Chapter 13: Perhaps A Slut Might Help

Henry’s POV.

I leave my company and unconsciously follow her. She looks gorgeous in the outfit and moves elegantly on the high heel. I want her even more now that I've seen her wonderful boobs. It appears to be a perfect fit for my hand.

As an annoying street singer's voice ruins my mood, Jack appears beside her in an unusual way. That baton ought to be dying to fuck her. I can see everything in his eyes when he stares at her. Damn it!

After watching Jack kiss Sarah repeatedly on the street, I punched him in the face. The cops arrived fast, and we're in custody while Sarah glances at me from outside as she has a deposition in an hour.

"Master, it's not like you," Jack says.

"Fuck you!" I roar. "How Can You Get In Touch With Sarah?"

"I thought you'd given up on her," Jack says, rubbing his bloodied mouth.

"Don't even think about that," I shout. "She's MINE."

I can feel my rage rising within me. How could Jack say such a thing about Sarah? She's not some object he can claim simpl