Fuck me until…

Pamela:

"The plane leaves in two hours, and I'll be back to pick my things up. Someone would be here to pack my bags," these were Charles' words after the madness he displayed.

He had a tracksuit on, and I guessed he was going for a run, or a walk. Either way, I didn't care.

How could he? I still loved him but I would never stoop so low to that extent. Did he expect me to fall back into his arms after what he had done last night? It was his guts, and audacity honestly. Mere thinking of his hands on my thighs made me want to throw up. I could never view him the same after last night, and what he tried to do this morning.

The lady who he had paid to get his bag ready had just finished.

"I'm done ma'am, and when your husband…"

She was about to finish when Charles pulled the door to the bedroom open.

"Here," he said to her, pulling out some cash from his pocket.

The lady took it, and then she muttered a "thank you," while giving off a bow.

After that she left, and Charles, and I were le