–Livana–
The whole day had been exhausting enough, considering he used me like some kind of sex doll. I'm a human being, but that bastard—my husband—seems to think otherwise. He's trying to impregnate me. Good luck with that. With my condition, I'm infertile.
"I'm so sorry," Laura mumbled, trying—and failing—to hold back her laughter. I couldn't even walk properly. I felt more disabled now than I had ever felt before.
"So, you were thinking of me like a slut who slept with two hot men?" she teased. "Well, Kai and Damien are both smoking hot, but they don't exactly... stimulate me."
I groaned in disgust.
God, why was I stuck listening to this?
"You and your damn sex toys," Damien said loudly, and I shook my head in pure mortification.
"What's wrong with that, Damien? Men can't give me an orgasm, so I'm giving myself one," Laura shot back, entirely too casual for my liking.
"So, how many men have you slept with?" Damien asked, his voice full of amusement.
