Betrayed
“Honey, stop fussing so much,” Heather said, pulling on Sam’s wrist as they waited in line. “You look great.”The muffled sounds of driving subwoofers drifted through the brick walls of the building in front of them, and his heartbeat accelerated. “You know I don’t like these kinds of things.” He tugged on the sleeve cuffs of the button-up gray shirt that stretched tight around his stomach and shoulders.Heather smacked his arm, and the gold bands on her wrist jingled. “Stop worrying about...
Cuckold