Page 37 of Christmas Wish
Denise:The one with the shiny pink jewel?
Bret:Yeah. I like u in pink.
Denise:I’ve got a pretty pink pussy.
He chuckled.
Bret:Just the way I like it. Put ur plug in now. I want you nice and stretched.
Denise:OK, Daddy. I better go.
Bret tapped in the number for the Ritz Carlton and reserved the suite. Next, he contacted Emerson, his right-hand man, informing him that something had come up and he’d be late, and to push the following day’s meeting from the morning to the afternoon. As Bret passed the dresser, his gaze landed on their marriage portrait. He stopped and picked it up. “We were so happy back then,” he said in a low voice, his thumb grazing the side of Savannah’s face. “We had a good thing going, so why’d you have to fuck us up? Wasn’t I enough for you?” As far as Bret was concerned, the day Savannah had announced she was pregnant was the end of their marriage, so all bets were off. He was faithful for the two years they’d dated and, for the most part, during the six years they were married before she fucked everything up. “I loved you more than any woman I’ve ever known, but you blew it, baby.Youbroke up this marriage, not me.”
For several minutes, he stared at Savannah’s shining blue eyes, her bright smile, and her feminine curves, and then he placed the framed photograph face down on the dresser and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for a night with his twenty-year-old plaything.
