Chapter 262 Jessica Doesn't Love Him at All (2)
James stood by the tub, fumbling with his shirt buttons, each one coming undone like he had all the time in the world. Then came the belt. The room reeked of booze, and Jessica knew that was why he was acting all crazy.
But there was no towel in sight for her to cover up. "James, you're completely wasted," she pleaded, huddling in the far corner of the tub. "Please, just leave."
She shut her eyes, heart pounding like a drum. Before she could even finish, water splashed everywhere.
James had already stepped into the tub. What used to feel roomy now felt like a claustrophobic nightmare with his tall frame towering over her.
"James, no..." Jessica was a mess. Doing this in the tub? Seriously?
But James didn't say a word. He grabbed her hands, a bit rough, and kissed her hard.
His voice was low and dangerous. "Why not? Aren't you my wife? Don't you love me?"
James was still fuming from the embarrassment with Rose, all thanks to Jessica. She kept saying she didn't love him anymore—that it was all a sham.
Now, he wanted to make her feel his anger, to remind her she was his.
"Let go of me," Jessica gasped, struggling. "You're drunk, James. You're hurting me!"
His lips brushed her ear, whispering, "Call me 'honey.' Say it right, and I'll let you go."
She bit her lip and whispered, "Honey."
"Louder!" he demanded.
"Honey!" she cried out, her voice cracking. Finally, he let her go.
At dawn, Jessica woke up from a dream. She had even dreamt about sleeping with James. Her face was flushed, heart still racing from last night's bathtub debacle.
James was awake too. Actually, he hadn't slept at all.
He'd smoked a bunch of cigarettes, still pissed off about that recording. He'd been real with Jessica, but she had flat-out said she didn't love him and was just using him.
But he hadn't called her out on it; he played along. She still knew how to keep him happy. If he laid it all out, she might go back to being wild.
So, he played dumb and asked, "Why do you look like that? Didn't sleep well?"
Jessica stared at him, confused, and snapped, "Don't you remember what you did last night? Were you messing with me, or were you really that drunk?"
"What did I do?" he said, face blank. Then he suddenly rolled over, pinning her down. His morning wood was hard to miss, pressing against her. Jessica felt it, her breath catching as she met his eyes.
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