29: Depressed Coochie

A V E L I N A

As soon as I was away from Lorenzo, I could breathe normally again.

I hated how he affected me, how he had that sort of control over me.

He was an egotistical pig.

But, a hot egotistical pig.

One who is very much attracted to you.

Stop, stop, stop!

Don't even go there, Avelina.

I could not let my hormones win.

I couldn't.

I had to think rationally.

And sleeping with him was not a rational thing.

Even though, I was tempted, I knew I would regret it.

I had a very low self-control and I knew that one night of sex wouldn't be enough for me.

It was not the answer.

But, the thought was tempting.

The sex was bound to be mind-blowing.

No!

Just no.

I was not going to do it.

I was not going to have sex with him.

But, then, I would be depriving myself from the best sex of my life. And it would not be cheating. We were married. And I would have a man. And then, it wouldn't be so bad.

It wouldn't.

I wouldn't have to suffer because I was deprived. No.

He was the one who would have to