My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 83

“If I’m dismissed, I don’t have anything to fall back on. The

accident… all of my savings were cleared out with court fees

and fines. I need this job. It pays the rent and buys our food…”

“You still have me!” he shouted.

Grace gasped. Jay never yelled. He was always calm. Even in

horrible situations-violent situations-he was not so volatile.

“I’ll earn money to take care of you,” he said more quietly. As if the outburst never happened. “Don’t give it another thought.”

Grace stared dazedly at the man before her. She believed

him. Even though he didn’t have a steady job and no home of his own, she trusted his word. Indeed, his words had given her an unprecedented sense of security.

Maybe she didn’t have to go it alone. Maybe she did have someone she could rely on.

“Make the call.” He brought the phone before her.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then took the phone and called her manager on-call at the Sanitation Center.

As the phone rang and she waited to be connected to her manager, she felt her blood pressure rise. She didn’t love this job, but she really didn’t want to lose it. She trusted that Jay could provide for them, but she didn’t want that responsibility

to fall to him.

“Hello, Mrs. Jacobson,” she said politely when her boss answered. Then she gave a summary of the accident, leaving out the whole “I was pushed by Zoe Stevens and bullied by my

new fiancee Lily

Mrs. Jacobson would tell her no. Or that she’d have to apply with the county or request

were no extra hurdles. To her total surprise,

about her health and suggested

a week if she needed to. Furthermore,

wage and her salary

affected.

believe it.

happened?” Jason asked.

“She said yes.”

his hand slipped around to massage her

sucked in a

dark gaze cut to hers.

more time.” Grace could feel her face

manager has

toward me…”

It’s the

she felt tingles of goodness from her foot to the top of her head. Had

washed or massaged her like this? Sean never did. Even

most intimate times, he wasn’t one

of her foot, up her leg to all those other

tracing higher up her legs, to where they v-ed. And once her thoughts took that turn, she couldn’t look

all clean,!” she hurriedly said. Ankles… who

still gripping her leg. “Let me dry

not that wet.” At least her legs

move, Sister,” he ordered.

Her senses were heightened with anticipation. Maybe it was the meds from the hospital. Maybe it was his touch,

Whatever the reason…

She wanted him.