Chapter 103 Chapter One hundred and three

I looked up to see Tavon's pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face and to his side in resignation.

With how glaring the fear in his eyes was, you'd think he had seen the grim reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe and she had come for his soul.

With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still on the doorway. With her firm stance, I could tell that there was a thundering expression on her face.

"Jessica, I..." he stuttered as he tried to explain. He was still struggling to form his words when the woman he called Jessica interrupted him harshly.

"Shut up!" With long quick strides, Jessica closed the space between them and before I knew what was happening, she raised the hand that held the whip and it came descending on Tavon's shoulder.

I gasped loudly and flinched back, falling on my butt.

What the hell!

I watched the scene in horror as Jessica repeatedly struck Tavon with the whip, the sound of it ma