Seven Year Contract, The Thirtieth Mistress

I had been married to Everett Sterling for seven years. In that time, he had kept twenty-nine mistresses like they were pets in a cage.

I watched the thirtieth young girl lounging on our king-sized bed. She was wrapped in nothing but a white bath towel.

I turned my gaze toward him.

"Is playing around outside not enough for you? Did you have to bring her into our bedroom?"

The girl intentionally pulled the towel lower.

"Honey, Everett told me you're like a cold corpse in bed! Why don't