Chastity sat on the side of her chaise lounge by the fire roaring in her glasshouse outside. Today was the one year anniversary of Trevor and her. She sat with a glass of wine and naked from head to toe with a strip of white paint hugging her skin. Signifying their one year of being in unhappily married bliss although being married to the daytime Emmy award winner has it perks. But it's not the life Chastity wanted to adopt as their married lives feeling stuffy and unappreciated also undesired.
Trevor's late as usual she waited by the phone for his call. Even though she understood his hectic schedule being that he's always on location for his daytime show, "Flaming Rouge". His job always keeps him away from her many days and nights. At least that's what Chastity been telling herself she knew about his on the show women. She just stalls her mind to think nothing of it because she's the one he married and they just once in a while fucks. Don't get Chastity wrong now she's known for cutting a bitch down for messing with what's hers. But she could careless now because she put too much in her relationship to let it all go to waste for some other woman to take her place.
Being afraid of taking chances was never her style and she wasn't about to start inheriting it either. Love is by far the worst thing you can ever happen to wonder across. It's always sweet in the beginning, but someone please tell me how to continue having that happy wonderful life style.