Christopher wasn’t sure what had gotten into Selena in the past few days, but he loved it. Friday night they had a quickie at Early’s Gallery. Saturday, she had practically fucked him to death in the back of the limo on the way home from a restaurant in the city. Christopher hadn’t been able to look Ray in the face when they had gotten home. He knew Ray had to have heard them and felt the car rock. Sunday, she had woken him up by sucking his cock and they made love like wild beasts as she whispered about the dirty things she wanted him to do to her in his ear – and he did them. Once they got to St. Joseph’s for mass, he felt like he had to go to confession and he wasn’t even Catholic. Sunday night, they couldn’t make it to the bed. Christopher had pushed her against the wall in the hallway and had his way with her. This morning, he had been in the shower and she had ambushed

             It didn’t take long for them to move Selena to a room. Selena was now propped up in a bed and her things piled up in a chair. It was after eight o’clock. She had no idea if Christopher was home or not because her cell was in her purse – that had been stolen.            There was a knock on the door.            “Come in,” she said.            The door opened to a cop in full uniform. “Mrs. Selena Hudson?”            “Yes,” she answered.            The cop walked in. He was holding her purse in a big clear plastic bag. “I’m Officer

            Bruce had come home early to talk to Selena. She hadn’t come home from volunteering at the soup kitchen yet. He hoped to convince Selena to tell Christopher everything today. It had been a week – way longer than the few days Selena had said she needed. Plus, the mugger had been caught.  His connection at the NYPD had called him personally this morning and told him. Bruce had texted Selena to let her know and asked for her to meet him when she left the soup kitchen.            Bruce had tried to get Selena to stop volunteering there after the mugging, but Selena wouldn’t hear of it. Plus, Father Burch had set a new rule that all volunteers had to leave two at a time for safety reasons. He could only protest so much. Selena was Christopher’s wife – not his. Bruce had to clue Christopher in and let him handle Selena’s

            Bruce only heard shouting coming from the study. When the doors opened, Christopher strode out like a man on a mission. His face was red and fire was in his eyes. Bruce called out to him as he chased him out the front door. Christopher acted like he didn’t hear him as he walked to his Lexus. It was the same make and model as Selena’s just a different color. He slammed into the car a sped off.            Bruce mumbled to himself as he jogged to the study. He was taken aback when he had seen Selena huddled on the floor hugging herself, crying uncontrollably. William had knelt down next to her, trying to find out what was wrong.            “William,” Bruce said as he walked into the room. “I’ll take care of her. Collect the staff into the kitchen and don’

            One month later . . .             Selena had moved out of the Waldorf Astoria last week and into the penthouse. She still couldn’t believe how long this had gone on. She knew Christopher could be stubborn in business, but she didn’t think he was in his personal life.            Selena had done everything she could for three weeks to get Christopher to talk to her. She had called and texted so many times that he blocked her number. Selena had gone to the mansion three times. Christopher was never there. She had asked the staff to tell him she had come by, but he had never called the hotel or her cell. Selena had gone to the office so many times that the last time security had stopped her and told her she was no longer allowed in the building. The last humiliati