After the ninety-ninth heartbreak my husband gave me, I walked away.
Language: en
My husband told me to lick whipped cream off another man’s thigh because his assistant refused. She picked up a bottle and pressed it to her neck. “Damon, I won’t do it. Make her go.” Damon looked at me. His voice did not pause. “You do it. I’ll make it up to you later.” This was the ninety-seventh time he put her before me. I did not refuse. I owed him a life debt. One last step, and it would be paid. After that, we will be done. 1 "Well, well, looks like the supermodel agreed to lick it after all? Damon sure knows how to handle women!" "What if she doesn't lick the cream? Are…