Chapter 261

"We’re already divorced. Why are you still acting like my husband?" I shot Ronald Wright a glare, voice full of irritation. "If this isn’t some kind of hostage situation, then give me back my phone. I need it. And I want to go out—movie, shopping, whatever. My legs, my freedom, got it?" He turned his head lazily, giving me a sidelong glance, voice as calm as ever. "You’ve got that much energy? Guess you’re not hurting anymore. Good. Let’s go for round two—I didn’t exactly get my fill last night." "..." Seriously? How does he manage to say that kind of crap like it’s totally normal? Since when was it my job to ‘fill him up’? But whatever I said didn’t matter. He wasn't wrong: I walked into his room on my own. We used to be married. If he forced himself on me again, I’d still be the one losing. And legally, I wouldn’t even win. "If that’s how you’re gonna be, then fine. Just letting you know, I’ve got a horrible temper when I’m pissed off. And we’re thirty floors up—I’m this close to jum