ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Being married to him would have been a lot easier if I was not attracted to him. Those simple words had me clenching my thighs for the rest of the evening and I was dreading the moments where we would be alone. While discussing, neither of us thought it was necessary to discuss the matters of s*x. It was an oversight on my part but something told me that Lorenzo deliberately avoided the topic.
It was sometime around seven when we left and the men were either drunk or high on something and they chanted like middle school students who were just learning about s*x for the first time. They chanted ‘bed her’ repeatedly and I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. I had never been as thankful for my dark skin as I was at that moment because it meant that they couldn’t tel
