Page 164 of Blush

“What is it, love of my life?”

She doesn’t reply. Her gaze is fixed upon the scene in the corner—a man and woman, both dressed in leather, the woman bound and strapped to a pole and the man taking her hard from behind.

He looks familiar.

Very familiar.

“Shit. Is that…?”

“It’s Penn,” Mandy says dryly. “My sister’s fiancé. Their wedding is in a month. And that woman he’s screwing? Is not Frankie.”

The love doesn’t end here…