Chapter 2: I STUFF KEGEL BALLS IN MY CUNT TO SURVIVE DINNER WITH MY HUSBAND’S FATHER AND BROTHER
The door pushes open and I barely slam it shut in time, my heart exploding in my chest. My fingers are still buried deep in my soaked p***y, thighs trembling, the obscene wet sounds barely faded.
“Emma?” Mark’s voice is muffled through the wood, calm and slightly annoyed. “What are you doing in there? My mother just messaged. Family dinner tomorrow night. Non-negotiable. Dad’s company is doing some big press thing and the whole family has to be there. No more baby excuses,you know she’s a year old now. Be ready by six. This isn’t a request.”
I yank my fingers out, slick coating my hand, and try to steady my voice. “Okay… I’ll be there.” Inside I’m screaming. How the f**k am I supposed to sit
