---- slipped from one shoulder, skin gleaming like milk, lips glossed and parted in suggestion. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what had happened between them before I arrived. "Where the hell were you last night? And your phone was turned off!" Charles snapped, like a man used to shouting and being obeyed. Maybe he was angry because I no longer flinched. But whatever fire he threw at me, it no longer scorched. I walked over to the table, grabbed two tissues, and pressed them against the gash on my forehead. "No battery," I replied flatly. "I'm asking you where the hell you were!" "Does it matter? Yesterday, you told me to get out. I'm here to pack. If you don't trust me, you can have someone watch." ---- I didn't want this to drag out. It wasn't worth the energy. But he was like a lion jabbed one too many times- suddenly wild. In two steps, he was on me. And then his hand slammed down on my head.