Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale by Dawn Robertson, Jo-Anna Walker Page A

enjoying his own pleasure and I took both of my arms and shoved him as hard as I could.
    He was completely taken off guard and stumbled backwards, crashing against the glass shower doors.
    “What the fuck?” he barked at me as I jumped off the counter and made my way back to the bath tub.
    It was taking everything in me to walk away. I was so close to my own release, but it wouldn’t be the first time I was let down. I needed to make a statement. Show him everything wasn’t about him and what he wanted all the damn time!
    My hips swayed from side-to-side as I cross the room, carefully stepping up the stone steps, and back into the hot water of my bath.
    His breathing heaved in the background and I knew he was even more pissed than when I slapped him.
    “I’m fuckin’ talking to you, Jennifer!” his voice rang through the nearly empty bathroom.
    I wanted to ignore him, but I also wanted to make a damn point.
    “And I am not answering you right now.” I never turned to see his reaction, but I don’t need to. I heard something slam against the counter. I could only assume it was his hand.
    “You’re impossible!” he was still yelling and I was trying to ignore him, but I knew he was close. I could feel his presence surrounding my body. He didn’t even need to be close and I knew when he was coming for me. It was completely uncanny to have that type of sense for another human, which was another reason I wanted to run screaming from this man.
    “What do you want from me? You want to act like a fucking child and then think it is okay to stick your dick in me? I am not yours, Mathis. Nobody owns me. Not even you. Keep your money...” In between my screams, I moved out of the water and grabbed at the robe hanging from the towel rack. “Keep your bathtub and penthouse. Keep your fucking expensive rings,” I removed the wedding band and engagement ring set and threw them both at him as hard as I could. “I don’t want any of it, Mathis! I don’t want you, or this bullshit sham of a marriage.”
    Like that I walked out of the bathroom and started rummaging through my drawers in the bedroom for something to wear, just until I got back to the safety of my own tiny ass apartment. Far away from his luxury and possessiveness.
    “Where do you think you are going?” His hand wrapped around my arm.
    I turned to face him. My chest was heaving as I am still struggling to catch my breath.
    “I am going home. To my home. As far away from you as I can get!” I pulled a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of the drawer and stripped out of the robe, throwing it onto the bed. I lost my balance when his hands pulled at me from behind.
    “You aren’t going anywhere. We are going to talk about this, stop being fucking rash, Jennifer.”
    His voice sent a chill through my body. I loved it and I hated it all at once. My body was such a bitch for betraying me, because I knew he could feel that.
    “I need you to just let me go, Mathis.” I felt defeated when the words leave my mouth. I wanted to crumple onto the floor and curl into a ball. Maybe have a good cry.
    His hands let me go, but before I could make a run for it, he was spinning me around to face him.
    The second I got my bearings, I haul off and slapped him again. God, it felt so damn good when my palm comes in contact with his face.
    His hand forcefully grabs my wrist. “That is the last time you are going to do that. I let it slide, twice. Not again.”
    “Then just let me go! Can’t you see I am fucking up your world, Mathis? Tonight was just the tip of the iceberg! It isn’t going to end. They are going to look down on you just as they have looked down on me all these years. The only difference is I never cared until now. I hate how they judge you. You deserve better. You deserve so much better than a cheap hooker for a wife!” Everything I had been feeling purges from my body as I continued to yell and fight him.
    “If it isn’t Jude, it is going to be someone