His other woman
She rolled her eyes but then, out of nowhere, attacked.
Her hands shot out, digging into my ribs, and suddenly I was the one yelping. “Megan, NO—”
“Ohhh, look who’s ticklish now!” she cackled, doubling her efforts.
I squirmed, trying to grab her wrists, but she was relentless. “Megan—baby—please! Let’s talk about this!”
“Nope,” she grinned wickedly. “You started this war, now you suffer.”
I flailed, rolling off the bed in a desperate escape attempt. Big mistake.