CHAPTER 31
ZYLIAH’S POV
"And you, Sayge Harold Williams, stay the hell away from me." My voice was cold, and I was deeply pleased with the shock radiating through his eyes.
He clearly couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that I'd hit him. Maybe no woman ever had, but he had to learn that I wasn't the regular type of woman he was used to.
Maybe before the birth of my babies, but not now. Not ever.
Making to leave, I barely got a step before he grabbed and began to pull at my wrist. Aiming my purse for his head, I didn’t get far—he was quick to cuff my other wrist, taking the purse from me.
Both my wrists in one firm grip, he pulled me embarrassingly from the restaurant like a lamb to the slaughterhouse.
I used up all the cuss words I knew, even inventing some off the top of my he
