Chapter Ten: Fixes Everything

The tears stop, but the hollowness in my chest persists until I notice the paleness of his hands as they grip the steering wheel so tightly that I fear it may snap from its slot in the car.

Crap, he is actually angry.

The car takes a sudden and most definitely unlawful sharp turn, causing me to hold on for dear life on the seat.

Sadness seems to escape me, replaced entirely by the fear curling in my veins at the sudden hoots that follow his dangerous driving.

“Have you lost your mind?”

He doesn’t answer my yelled question, and for some reason, I can’t bring myself to force him to answer because my eyes are drawn to the veins lining his arms, settling snugly next to the firm muscles on his upper arm.

My pulse quickens, and no, it's not fear but exhilaration that drives it: I made a man this gorgeous jealous!

I can't remember the last time Vincent felt jealous. To him, I was always the obedient housewife who couldn't say no to him, someone who would always choose him, so there was