Chapter 166

But Nelson was skilled. The physical pleasure overwhelmed Sabrina, yet a dagger twisted in her heart. … Nelson cinched his belt, his shirt disheveled and open. Ignoring his appearance, he turned to Sabrina and said, "Tell me how you want Pamela handled and I'll take care of it." Sabrina lay on the bed, her shoes still on and her pants bunched around her ankles. She had believed three years of marriage would be enough to leave her utterly miserable. Now, she realized this was her reality. Her silence grated on him, adding to his already foul mood. He lit a cigarette, tilting his head to peer at her. "Say something," he demanded. In truth, the cold, impatient man before her was the real Nelson, the one she knew all too well. Lately, she had sensed a lot of contradictions in him. Sabrina said nothing, quietly starting to piece herself back together. Her silence irked Nelson even more. He crushed out his cigarette. "Quit with that talk. No matter who or what, we're sticking togethe