Chapter Twenty-Eight: Good Job

Juniper gasps for air when I pull her face away from the falling water.

“You crazy bit- ugh!”

I force her face once more into the water.

“Ah…I guess you still need to cool down.”

“Stsbbb..”

Her begging comes off gurgled, and it's only when she stops struggling that I take her out of the water and push her backwards.

She staggers and supports herself on the artistic wall.

Her hair and make-up are ruined; she looks like a drowned rat, even though she is exhaling fumes of anger.

“Go ahead, Juniper. I dare you to release the videos. Shit…what were the contents? Was it a lap dance that you manipulated into a reverse cowgirl? That’s fine. Are you really that stupid that you think I hung out with you because I was scared? I am a Lawson, I will destroy you if I even sniff that video online. In addition to being a Lawson, I’m now a D’Amico. Every single business deal keeping your husband earning millions and keeping you tolerating a sex-less marriage, because let's face it, he is getting laid