Chapter 83

Jameson hadn't expected me to slap him. He stared at me in disbelief. I scoffed. "Talk about what? Talk about whether I or Xandra will spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with you while the other takes Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays? "Or are you going to talk about how much I'm getting back from the 50 million dollars that I gave you five years ago? Am I getting just a few million back? Or 10 million? There's nothing for us to talk about, and I don't want to speak with you either." I shoved him aside so I could charge over to the door, but a strong pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist and lifted me off the ground. I shrieked in terror. "Let go of me!" Without a word, Jameson forcefully carried me over to the bedroom before locking the door. Before I could process what was happening, he had already thrown me onto the bed. The bed was springy enough that I nearly bounced off it. As I tried to scramble away, disorientated, Jameson climbed on top of me, his weight al