Ivanka continued trying to wriggle down from Baxter's shoulder as he took her up the stairs, but couldn't.
They got to the bedroom and he flopped her on the bed. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, she crawled away into the bed.
"No...." She shook her head, sweat trickling down her neck already.
"I've had enough already, Ivanka." Baxter growled. "Damn it, I've been patient enough. You're my wife, and I'm not letting you starve me an extra night." He took off his shirt, his face etched with anger.
Ivanka panicked even more when she realized what he was about doing. He was going to use force on her?!
She kept crawling backward until her back was snug against the bedframe.
"Baxter please. Don't do this, let me explain."
"Explain what exactly?" Baxter scoffed like she had just
