The Shot

JERAH

I was gobsmacked as I looked up at him, not wanting to believe he was referring to the same fork I had in my dress. I mean, there was no way on earth he could've known about it. He wasn't home!

Did he take stock of his utensils and counted them the moment he returned? It didn't make any sense. Or were there cameras? I didn't think I had seen any.

"Stop making me repeat myself." He came closer, looking so intimidating.

I was about reaching for it when I realized it was there in my bra cup. I couldn't pull it out, not while he was watching it.

"I... I'll need to go to the bathroom and get it out." I swallowed around the lump in my throat and tried making a move, but his strong hand pulled me back, startling me.

"No. You take it right here, right now." I gasped at his words.

What? Was he asking me to slip my hand into my brazier and take out the knife while he watched? There was no way I was doing that.

"I... I can't. It's um... it's in my...".I stopped tal