Bonus Scene: Fist Steamy Scene
Chapter 17 from Madison’s Point of View
The inky blackness of the brewing coffee crept into the pot. The machine’s insistent whir became the heartbeat of the room, while the aroma of ground beans, laced with a whisper of vanilla, enveloped my senses. I adjusted the silky strap of my tank top, which had slipped off my shoulder. It was late, and I had already indulged in a steamy shower before changing into my pajamas.
Chris was asleep, the dark skies outside having long signaled bedtime. With him finally at rest and the house quiet, my thoughts drifted back to last night. I could still hear Noah’s incensed tone ringing in my ears. I’d never felt so small in my entire life!
He might be stinking rich and used to getting his damned way all the time, but that doesn’t mean he gets to chastise me like I’m some rebellious little child.