stuttering.” Lila giggled, reaching for her glass of sparkling water, and my chest filled with stupid, disgusting pride. Because I made her laugh. I made her orgasm and laugh. She better fucking like me, or else. “Mother Mary, I truly lost her.” Chiara clutched her giant diamond necklace. “Nothing in this…this hussy in front of me resembles the sweet child I put in this man’s hands only a few months ago.” “Call my wife a hussy one more time,” I challenged, continuing to eat my meal calmly, “and her pretty little pink dress will turn red.”
