SPACE
Melania: My body stirs from sleep with thoughts of the aftermath of s*x with Royal. With my eyes shut and a smile on my lips, my brain replays each moment. Thinking of the way he gave me pleasure makes my insides coil, and god, I wish it could be real. I wish it wasn’t just casual. The fact I have to wake up today to the reality of our marriage makes me tired. “I see someone had a good rest,” Royal says, and I flip my eyes open at once to see that I am lying on a plush, cream-colored leather seat with a reclining feature. The private jet’s interior is luxurious, with polished mahogany panels, gold accents, and dim, ambient lighting. A small glass of water sits on the glossy side table beside me, and across from me, Royal lounges in a similar seat, the newspaper in his hand now lowered.
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