Mrs. Hunt for 30 days
"I thought you loved her. She's your wife, the woman who's stood by you through everything."
"I do love Chloe," I insisted, leaning forward. "I really love Chloe, bro. But there's just... seeing Mitchelle at that event, looking so successful and beautiful, my dick rises. I can't help it."
Vincent's face twisted with disgust. He shook his head slowly and turned toward the door.
"Unbelievable," he muttered.
I stood up unsteadily, reaching for the bottle of scotch I had stashed in Vincent's bar cart earlier.
"Just need one more drink," I slurred, stumbling toward it.