The last time I refused to bathe one of his mistresses, he chained me up in the doghouse downstairs for a full day and night.
Feeling numb, I unfastened the clasp of my evening gown and slipped out of my bra.
Owen stubbed out his cigarette and grabbed my wrist, clearly irritated. “You’re really going to undress here, in front of everyone?”
“Sheryl, have I spoiled you too much?”
“So desperate to cut ties with me? Fine—go ahead. Let’s see how far you get walking out of this hotel!”
Turning my back to him, I ignored the cold wind slicing through me. I pulled the bra from beneath my dress and handed it to Julia.
“The size might not fit perfectly, but make do with it. Someone will bring you new clothes later. Wear them for him tonight.”
“The suite is on the twelfth floor, first room on the right. I’ll wait for you there.”
Then I turned to Owen. “Once I’ve washed her, I’ll leave. You promised to sign—don’t forget.”
Suppressing his fury, Owen let out a mocking laugh. “You really know how to act. Just don’t come crawling back later.”
“That pitiful routine of yours doesn’t work on me anymore.”
Just as he finished, Julia suddenly cried out in pain.