I Hired A Masseur Hotter Than My Husband To Make Him Jealous
I was f*****g done.
For years, Mark had been parading around with these young, sexy secretaries with their tight dresses, fake t**s, and flirty laughs. Every time I complained, he gave me the same bullshit line: “Baby, nothing is happening. You’re being paranoid.”
Yet he came home late almost every night smelling like expensive perfume and p***y.
Tonight I was going to make him feel exactly what I’ve been feeling.
My best friend Lena had found the perfect weapon: Jax.
6’5”, deep olive skin, eight-pack abs, thick muscular arms, and a cocky smirk that screamed “I will ruin your marriage.” We booked him specifically for the one Saturday Mark was home.
When the doorbell rang, my p***y was already wet with revenge.
Lena let hi
