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Chapter Eight

“Why did you answeryour phone?” Jack asked.

“Hmm?”

“Allie,” he snapped.

She glanced up. “Yeah?”

“I asked you a question,” he said tightly.

“You know why. It might have been about the kids.”

“And was it?”

“No, it was April Lock, about the school sale next month,” she replied, still looking at the screen of her phone.

He’d had enough and moved over to her, whipping the phone from her hand.

“Hey!” she complained.

“You must have known it was April when you saw your screen. What part of ‘our time’ are you not getting, Allie?” He watched her bottom lip jut out belligerently. “I’m not kidding about this head of household stuff. Go fetch one of your black slippers,” he demanded.

She stared at him, a small frown creasing her forehead. “Why?”

“One, two, three, four, five...”

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Counting the number of extra spanks you’re getting with that slipper when you finally decide to bring it to me,” he explained.

“I’ve decided I don’t like this idea,” she began, but he interrupted her with his infernal counting.

“Six, seven, eight, nine...”

“Jack!” she cried and stamped her foot.

He cocked an eyebrow but continued to count.

“Shit!” she bellowed.

“Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen.”

She dived for the slipper, threw it at him and bolted.

He reached the door before her. He caught her and swung her up under his arm, ignoring her swearing and struggling. Seated on the bed, he deposited her across his lap.

“Stop!” she yelled.

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