CHAPTER 103

Erika had taken her time in the bathroom to erase Rafael's trace of his touch, which reminded her of his offended betrayal. She was so pissed just to think about what this shameless man was about to do.

As if cheating was like his day talk, she folded her fists and hit the wall. The anger powered her mind, and she breathed to loll.

"He did not think for anything but satisfying his appearance. She hissed, drying her hair as she walked slowly with her transparent white short shirt, leaving the view of her agile, nice legs. She sat on the chair facing the mirror. "I have to calm down," she declared, closing her eyes.

A hunch of warm hands hugging, long black hair dangled on her shouldrts, and the hot breath oh him was raising her heartbeats, of which she sweared not to pump for another one rather than her husband.