Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

"Jeez Shay," Jensen continued to angrily, "if I had known you were going to be so immature, I wouldn't have let you into my company in the first place. So forget it, sweetheart. This guilt trip not only isn’t going to work. I don’t give a fuck.”

“We both know that’s not true, Jensen,” she crooned, clutching his arm. He stiffened, hating her hands on him. It felt…wrong. There’d been a time when he’d enjoyed her teasing caresses, her heated strokes. But now? Now his skin prickled and crawled as if his very body rebelled against her. Now, he welcomed the touch of only one woman. His wife, Katherine.

Again he shifted away, dislodging her touch.  "Stop it, Shay" he said. 

“If you’d answered any of my phone calls this week, you’d know—” she began. 

“I didn’t answer them because we have nothing to talk about,” he said. He hadn't even told Katherine that she had been calling and texting him, because he didn't