Chapter 4

"I'm desperate, huh?" Jessica quipped.

She walked around the desk and stood in front of David.

In her 4-inch red-bottom heels, she towered over him. "Mr. Warren, you might've got it wrong.

"I married this man fair and square for eighty bucks. Everything he wears, everything he eats, and even the man himself, is my private property.

"How dare you look down upon him right in front of me?"

David stepped back, intimidated by the fierce aura she radiated.

"M-Ms. Lane, I didn't mean that. I was just joking," he stammered, cold sweat sliding down his shiny forehead.

"Joking?" Jessica…