Chapter Nine
Ultimatum
…”Angry doesn’t come f*****g close!” my husband blazed the moment I stepped into the hallway of our apartment. “Is the b***h f*****g serious?”
As incendiary and foul-mouthed as I’d ever seen him, I stepped past Dennis and made my way to the bedroom. The same bedroom in which I’d been denying him s*x since his lack of funds had denied him his usual diversions and I had come to look more attractive to him. Pleading pressure of a new job and extra responsibilities for my unwillingness to “put out.”
If I’m honest, I confess I felt more than a little afraid at the intensity of his displeasure and, despite having been warned what to expect upon my return home by Amrita after he had stormed out of the restaurant, needed some time out of his presence to collect myself an
