Chapter 107: She would end him first.

"That was a good ride," she applauded the man beside her breathlessly. 

For the first time in twenty-one years, this was the first time she was experiencing what sex felt like again. Alfred had starved her miserably and made her forget about the existence of pleasure as mindblowing as this while he fuck every suitable expensive hole. 

She lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling with a heaving chest. Taking her eyes away from the ceiling, her eyes fell on the man's broad back, and with a wide grin, she got satisfied as she imagined the look that would be plastered on Alfred's face when he find out she had sex with the gardener on their bed. 

What a shame! 

Surely, he would want to kill her but that's the last thing she would let happen because the moment he would walk through those doors, she would make sure to end him.