Outside the door, Olivia vented her frustrations to Jeremy. "Uncle, why are you stopping me? I need Uncle Grayson's help. That b***h must pay dearly!"
Jeremy waved his hand dismissively, shooing Olivia away like a bothersome fly. "Uncle Grayson? Me saving Mr. X once doesn't mean you can make him your uncle. I'm your real uncle, remember? Mr. X is just my boss. Don't be ridiculous."
"But..." Olivia tried to protest.
Jeremy shot her a stern look. "Can't you see Mr. X is having fun with his woman? Get out! Don't cause me any more trouble!"
*****
Inside the room, Ellie hadn't even had time to determine if what she'd just seen of Olivia for real before Grayson maintained his position, pulling her onto the bed.
As they moved, the searing pain made it impossible for Ellie to think clearly.
