Chapter 4

I'd spent the past few days crashing at Callie's place, recharging my batteries and waiting for this exact moment.

I twisted her wrist and tossed her aside.

Callie crashed to the floor and just sat there, dazed, unable to get up for a while.

She'd always been pampered. There was no way she could handle someone like me, who'd been doing chores forever.

At home, we didn't even have a washing machine. The muscle I built wringing out sheets by hand was more than enough to handle her.

"Who says I don't have a kid? Michael's doing just fine!" I…