Chapter 11

He sat up and adjusted his penis back inside his pants. He stood up and walked to the bathroom door.

"Victoria, open the door," he said.

No answer.

"Open the fucking door now, before I add on another week," he said, leaning against the frame.

The door swung open, and she stood staring up at him with tears in her eyes. He sighed.

"I—I'm not some cheap girl that you can talk down to. I'm not, I'm not like other women you, you might know. You sh--should treat me with respect!" she said, stumbling over several words while trying to wipe her tears away.

"Respect? Victoria, you are not my wife. You are not my girlfriend. In fact, you and I have a business arrangement and that's it. You ask me to respect you, yet you're fucking me for money. Am I missing something here?"

She opened her mouth like she was about to say something, then suddenly closed it. She just stared up at him. She then lowered her head. "I'm really tired now. I'd lik