Chapter 52
- After six bottles, all he could feel was anger. And hatred. No woman denied him. He had all women at the tip of his fingers and they submitted to his every whim. They worshipped his cork, marveled at his art, and wanted more of him.
- And who was Kate? How dare she make him feel so miserable? A common maid.
- He could do it. He could treat her as the maid she wanted so badly to be