Chapter 14

• Edgar dropped Rosalind on his childhood bed, the bed he had made love to Vivienne in countless times. He stared at it, the memories now disgusting to him, as he turned towards the light switch.
• “Baby…” a sultry voice called, a hand slowly rubbing his chest from back. He groaned when he felt Rosalind’s soft body press against his back seductively. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his neck, her warm breath fanning his jaw.
• Edgar turned to her, his eyes twinkling lustfully as he gazed at her beautiful face. His eyes subconsciously traveled to her pink lips as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her softly. He had been waiting for this part all night, her alluring figure tempting him when she had stood up to pass the jug, or teasing him softly when she bent over to give him the vegetables with her cleavage showing.