Chapter 5: Sleepless While He Suffers

“Why do you think you have the right to control my freedom?” Giselle Lambert demanded, her voice sharp with fury and teeth clenched in anger. “Because you’re mine.” Henry Jefferson pushed a pen into her hand and guided her fingers to sign a document before tossing it onto the nightstand. He roughly yanked open Giselle’s nightgown, making her shiver from the sudden exposure and retreat in fear. She feared he would force himself on her again and stared at him with wide, horrified eyes. “What are you doing? I’m still injured, the doctor said I shouldn’t engage in strenuous activity because of my concussion.” Henry smirked dismissively, “Intimacy doesn’t count as strenuous.” “It does with you!” Her pouty retort was utterly adorable. Giselle was usually so aloof, but now her spirited reaction was a side of her that Henry rarely saw and found irresistibly endearing. He couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss. Giselle rubbed vigorously where he had kissed, turning the skin there pink.