Sky watched as Bianca walked down the hallway of his house. Invading his sanctum. His peace. He imagined her paint yet another stroke of destruction and manipulation with every sway of her voluptuous hips. Taunting him of his weakness.
Of his mistake.
Of his anger.
He always imagined how men did it? Pretend to love their wives while guilty fucking someone close to them. Now, he knew.
He knew he was not in love with Sierra but this still was a moment of weakness that he never should have let happen. The moment that could ruin his marriage. Albeit, he did not care for his marriage much but it was the child inside the woman he married that he wanted to protect.