Sweet Temptation

by Cora Reilly

“If Cassio wants a lady, he should stop robbing cradles,” I muttered. Mom gasped, clapping a hand over her heart like I would single-handedly put her into an early grave. Dad tried to mask a laugh by coughing.

White silk bed linen. Linen I was supposed to stain with my young wife’s blood on our wedding night. I took a sip from my scotch then lowered it. “There won’t be a presentation of the sheets because I won’t be sleeping with Giulia.”

Ok im kind of put off rn