Chapter 83

Elijah didn't expect me to slap him. He clutched his face, staring at me in disbelief. I sneered. "What is there to talk about? Whether you'll spend Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with me, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday with Jocelyn? Or should we talk about how much of the 500 million I gave you five years ago you'll toss back at me? A few million, or maybe 100 million? "Elijah, there's nothing left for us to talk about. I don't want to talk to you at all." I shoved him aside and tried to run, but his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Before I knew it, I was lifted off the ground. Panic set in as I screamed, "Let me go!" Without saying a word, Elijah dragged me back to the bedroom and locked the door behind us. I barely had time to react before he threw me onto the bed. The Simmons mattress bounced me slightly, almost knocking me back on my feet. Dazed and disoriented, I tried to scramble off the bed, but Elijah's weight came crashing down on me, pinning me in place. My