Chapter Forty

CAELUM

I love a good lingerie opening show, and as the husband of a supermodel, I've learned to appreciate the various brands and designs of lingerie. Yet tonight, as I sat through a full hour of women of all shapes, sizes and color model lingerie, I couldn't help but see it all as bland and common and none of the models picked my interest. Usually I would be picking which woman to fuck at the end of the night the moment the show begins but I sat through an entire show, pissed at everything there is in existence and the credit goes to one woman, Aurora. I saw her face on half the women on that stage tonight, fantasizing her in the kind of ravishing lingerie of her personal brand while her words from earlier echoed in my head. How dare she leave without my consent and hang up on me to top it all of?

Aurora is a fucking drug, and right now, I need my hit. Even as I stand next to Scarlett's friend Eva I'm irritated, nursing a glass of vodka while she goes on and on about my wife and how