The Price of His Perfection

After I slapped my husband's precious favorite, I was banished to a desolate wilderness retreat in the mountains to reflect on my mistakes for three whole months.

The first thing Julian did when he picked me up was pin me roughly against the car window.

Just as he was about to push inside me, the privacy partition between the front and back seats rolled down without warning.

His executive assistant, Vivian, turned around. Her voice was as calm and clinical as if she were reading off an itinerary. "Mr. Hayes, should we use the ultra-thin tonight, or should Mrs.