“Don’t even joke about this Henry!” She exclaimed heatedly as she slammed the front door of their childhood home shut behind her.
He stood behind her, unflinching, unperturbed by her outburst and it unnerved her to no end.
“Joke about what?” He questioned in a mock puzzled tone. “f*****g you against the wall while your boy toy watches? Honey, I was and still am serious about the matter. Don’t fool yourself.”
Henry had threatened to show her and her boss –aka the boy toy– exactly who she belonged to if she dared to flirt with him again in his presence. He had made his threat when Mark had briefly left to take a phone call. And despite her strong personality, and her unwillingness to submit to him anew in any aspect of her life –be it s****l or any other– she had found herself coming up
