CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan pulled the duvet sheet over her to cover her modesty and exhaled.
“Wow. That was amazing.”
She lay there expecting a similar response from her husband. Looking round she saw him staring at the ceiling. She rolled closer to him and put her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder.
“We haven’t had s*x like that for a long time. You were wild.” She smiled at him, hoping the ego boost was worthy of some recognition on his part. Christian coldly removed her hand from his chest and got out of bed.
“Are you packed? I’m having a shower. We need to leave for the airport in 30 minutes.” He walked to the bathroom without even glancing at his wife. He didn’t want to look at her saggy boobs or think about her hairy v****a. He wanted to know why the f**k Sara hadn’t texted
