"I don't like you making love to her, watching her, sleeping under the same roof with her... you should be doing those things to me." She caressed his head as they got in position, he lay his body atop hers.
A part of him desired to ignore her... there are feelings for Francesca, he does love his wife... the problem is, that everything is too forced, he never wanted to marry Francesca to fit as a political piece; the beautiful heiress is aware of all the underlying politics in their marriage.
But unlike Valentine, she's too happy to care.
...
Today he told her the first lie ever since they're married... he told her he'd be taking care of the 'ill' Christine.
With the thoughts of guilt in his mind, he spread the bombshell's legs as she gave him a gaze filled with lust.
