Chapter 64. Scattered Dreams

Tiara POV

I scared the hell out of Mara when I burst into the house only two hours after I left.

“Son of a bitch! How dare he ask me for something like that? What does he think, that I’m his whore?”

“Wow, Tiara, you’re back? Don’t tell me you went to beg Vincent.”

“I hate him! I fucking hate him! I wished he would just die!”

An eerie silence fell over the house. I could almost hear myself think.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Mara asked, rolling her eyes at how much my conversation with Vincent had affected me.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. Do you know what the bastard asked me? Just thinking about it turns my stomach,” I shouted, gesturing strongly.

“Amaze me!”

“Well, he agrees to give me the paintings, but only on one condition. He has to fuck me again”

Mara’s face changed to confusion.

“Okay, it’s not like you haven’t done it before. You’re his wife, after all.”

“Are you serious right now? The man