The moment he said this, Tracy, who was lying beneath him, suddenly turned her eyes and met mine. At that moment, it dawned on me that she had left the door open on purpose. She wanted me to see this because she wanted me to understand my place.
When I saw her triumphant smile, I lowered my eyes, shut the door considerately and sealed their intimate secret.
For the three years of our marriage, I had never seen Blake lose his composure just like that. Even in our intimate moments, he had always been so gentle toward me. I had always thought he was naturally reserved by nature, turned out I did not ignite his passion at all.
The next morning, Tracy strolled into my room. There was a proud look on her face as she pulled a small pouch from her waist and then dumped the contents on my bed. It was a fine grayish-white powder.
“How was the show last night? Do you enjoy it? That was just a little punishment for daring to get pregnant," mocked Stacy.