"But if you get on your knees right now and knock your forehead on the floor a few times, beg me nicely, I'll let you off with just two-thirds of it. How does that sound?"
So this was payback for last night.
But if I caved that easily, I wouldn't be Kathryn Henson.
I seized a fistful of her hair and shoved her entire head straight into the basin of dirty water and underwear.
Shirley choked instantly, arms flailing, thrashing wildly, but she couldn't lift her head no matter how hard she tried.
The bodyguard wrenched me off her. She collapsed to the side, gagging and coughing, but didn't forget to wail between heaves.
"Neil! She's jealous because you chose to kiss me that night! She did this on purpose to get back at me!"
"If you don't punish her, I'll kill myself right now!"
Neil's face turned black as iron. He backhanded me so hard I crashed to the floor.
My forehead struck the corner of the table, and a warm rush of blood ran down my face.
"Kathryn, you really don't know when to quit! You don't like me having a mistress? Fine. Then I'll make you the mistress. You can become the very thing you despise!"