Chapter 83: Talk To Me
Lizzie
The Next Day
I sat on the closed toilet seat with my head buried in my hands, biting my lower lip so hard I was surprised it didn’t bleed.
This could not be happening.
On the eve of my wedding, my period had decided to crash the party like an uninvited, extremely rude guest.
The cramps were vicious, twisting low in my belly, and the bleeding was heavier than usual. I had been so blissfully sore and sated last night after Reese’s thorough “punishment” that I hadn’t even noticed the first signs. I had mistaken the discomfort for the sting still radiating from my very red, very marked ass.
Now, staring at the evidence in my underwear, all I could do was groan for the millionth time.
How the hell was I supposed to walk down the aisle tomorrow feeling
