Mancini's POV
The day had started late. The mornings after nights with Marie always felt lazy. It was a bother to drag myself out of bed to work, but I needed to.
The slut was lying far from me on the big bed, curled into herself. She acted like I was the problem.
She was. I was the one who was supposed to be disgusted. I was the one who lowered myself to make her my wife and have sex with her.
She lay there lazily while I took my bath, hoping she would be gone before I was done.
When I got out, she was still lying there all curled up.
I stomped to her angrily and pulled her from the bed. She fell onto the floor, waking, wide-eyed.
She looked confused at first. Then she realized where she was and stood up, frantic.
"I'm sorry," she muttered.
She picked up her dirty satin gown and pulled it over her body.
"Get out!" I said.
She left without another word.
I had a lot to do on that day. I needed to reply to emails and draft plans for the business I had abroad.
