Me – I don’t know, maybe. Why do you ask?Her – I thought maybe it’s not a bad idea after all.Me – Are you serious? This is just the weed spe...king up. You’re not in your senses.Her – No, I’m serious. Why? Am I not good enough for you?Clearly, she was high as fuck. And as you all know, pot stimulates the part of your brain that responds to pleasure, like food and sex.Me – No, No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, are you sure? Won’t it get awkward afterward?Her – I don’t know. But I want to know. I had been there a million times. As I expected, Maria and Charles retrieved her baggage.?Welcome, Katie,? Maria said.?Don’t bother unpacking her stuff for now,? Melissa ordered. ?Just leave it in my closet.??Yes, ma’am.?Melissa led me up to her suite. I had no concerns about being cooped up in Melissa’s suite. Melissa had her own kitchen and TV room, a bathroom with her own hot tub, a walk-in closet, and a king-sized bed. We had once spent 24 hours without leaving that suite.?Melissa, I have. He was sleek, and lean, and muscular, but not in a modern sort of way. More like….a Greek statue. That was what he looked like to her. Without a doubt, he’d be a model any sculptor would kill to get as a subject. It took a full minute before she looked up at his face and realized that those intense, black eyes were staring back at her with a bit of shock as well. He stood there, completely still, just staring at her. As she sat up straighter in bed, wondering why she was suddenly feeling all. He was a douche bag from the start. He always used to enjoy himself and never bother about my satisfaction.Even me working in a reputed organisation and getting almost as him was a cause of his anger. I suffered him for 10 long years and had been fully loyal to him always. We had a son who is now 12 years old. He is currently studying in a boarding school as I wanted him to stay away from his father. The dam of my patience broke when i came to know that my husband was having an affair with one.