Jeremy’s POV

Revenge is said to be best served cold but I like mine with a twist of control and a twist of fear.

In our hotel suite I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the city lights outside the window blink. While my fingers tapped against my thigh. Calm and composed, my reflection gazed back at me through the glass.

Any moment now Barbara would arrive. Stylishly late as usual. She would not however be making the decisions tonight. Not at this time.

Last night she declared that ...