Chloe's POV

“No, I don't, I'm sorry.”

“So annoying!” Pascal cussed as he hung up this time and flung the phone against the wall and I followed the movement as it hit the wall hard and cracked.

“You can't do this to me,” I was shocked at how he seemed to be above reasoning.

“It's taking me everything to not fuck you right here, Chloe. Help me. No matter how much I masturbate to your pictures, I can't seem to get you out of my mind, that's why the only way is for me to have you. Even if your husband kills me afterwards, I'll be happy it'll be a...