“As you wish.”John concurred, and without another word, slipped away. I heaved, navigating my wheelchair into my room while a tsunami raged in my mind.
No matter how hard I tried, it was just impossible to erase the disgusting visuals from my senses. Nicholas had grabbed her derriere! He had slid his hand into her mini-skirt as if to finger her.
“Gosh!” My blood boiled. The fact that he had the temerity to rub it in my face — even in my house — sealed the deal. Screw whatever indecisiveness I was battling with, Nicholas won’t know what hit him.
“Excuse me, Ma’am,” John let himself in. “I have sorted it. The mail will arrive in 20 minutes.”
I glanced at the clock, noting that an hour had passed on a whim. By now Nicholas would have been exhausted from burying his b***r inside that witc
