My husband of two years tells me he wants an open marriage.
I’m stunned. I’m hurt. And I’m livid. I don’t want to be married to a man that wants to open our bed to other people.
But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out.
My husband is in the game, so one look at the skull ring on this gentleman’s left hand tells me exactly who he is.
The Skull King.
I didn’t want an open marriage…but I definitely want this man.
