Your Wife. Your House. His Cock.
Dom's laugh was dark. "Fucking hell, Lily. Pete has no idea what kind of slut he married, does he?"
I poured myself another glass of wine and checked my phone again. Nothing from Pete. Not a single fucking text explaining why he was over three hours late.
The chicken parmigiana I’d slaved over sat cold on the …
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