Chapter 119
Myrah's POV
I quietly observed Caylee's every tight gesture while I sat on the couch. In less than thirty minutes, she had consumed an entire bottle of champagne. Though not entirely wasted, she was inebriated. If it were me, I would have already been flat.
I nibbled on some cherry ripple ice cream that I had brought with me. After taking off her attractive black Victoria's Secret pants, Caylee sat cross-legged on the king-sized bed. Her physique was a work of art. I detested evaluating myself against her since, in the end, I discovered additional reasons why my marriage was unlikely to succeed.
I had changed into red over-the-knee socks and an oversized white hoodie. That was a more comfortable outfit for me than a nightgown or pajamas.
"You said you have feelings for my boyfriend, right?" Caylee looked at me uncomfortable and asked.
"I am, I cherish him."
