Chantelle quickly pursed her lips.
It's not that he was bad in bed. I just couldn't keep up with him. But there's no way I'd ever tell him that.
She stayed silent and walked away.
Daniel, however, wasn't ready to drop the topic. As a man, it clearly bothered him.
"Was it really that bad when we were together? Did I not make you feel good at all?" he asked persistently.
Chantelle felt her face heat up. "Shut up already!"
"No. You must give me a definite answer today. Did I or did I not make you feel good in bed?" Daniel blocked her path.
Chantelle was blushing thoroughly. Memories of their nights together flashed through her mind.
Surprisingly, we weren't exactly strangers in that department, even though our marriage was rocky. After that first night when Daniel was drunk, he kept using our marriage as an excuse to start things.
"Chantelle, this matters to me! When I saw how upset you were after you broke those antiques that day, I was only trying to distract you that night…"
