CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
DEE ROLLED LEFT AND right in her bed the next morning, her head pounding “Ooh.” She pried her eyes open, glancing at the cream walls of the extravagant bedroom. “I’m still here?” She blinked.
The last thing she remembered was being handcuffed to the bed and Jonathan refusing to let her leave.
She sat up, the soft, white dress caressing her every move. “What the f**k?” She touched her hair and shrieked, “Where’s my weave?” She noticed the calendar across the room. “What the hell?”
Three months had passed.
“No.” She ran to the calendar and looked through it. “Three months?” She gripped her head and stumbled toward the bed. “What’s wrong with me?”
Rena walked in, rushing to her. “Dee?”
“Ow.” She scooted to the headboard, nausea filling her stomach. “I feel like s**t
