Running up onto the upper deck, Elena panted. She stopped to catch her breath. Her feet ached from the several hours of being tucked into those six-inch-high heels.
Thrills, excitement, lust, anger, and annoyance were injected into her body from everywhere in the air around. She had felt his arousal in between her legs. She had called him an animal. And she discovered, what he could become. Exactly what she called him. But was it her fault? He had found out that she had been with Michel Triglia in that dark and confined space. Which man would have been happy to hear about his wife being tucked together with another man? Especially one like, Dean.
As the winds blew across, Elena shuddered at the cold, which reminded her of now angry husband, who would most probably appear anytime right
