"Paul! Paul! Stop!" She screamed, and he let go, allowing her to sit up.

"Look," she said, catching her breath. "I can't do this, I broke things off with my Jason because I just can't. Roger is my husband-"

"And you're his third wife, so what? I'm guessing he had you sign a pretty iron clad pre-nup?" Paul asked, leaning back, watching her face flush.

"Well, I mean, it's not just that, I-" she sighed, looking away.

"You don't get it, do you?" Paul asked, and she glared at him, her temper rising.

"Get what? That you're a sick little-"

SLAP.

The slap echoed throughout her large house, and Valerie's...