Sabrina soon realized she had underestimated how fast his train of thoughts truly was when she was carried into the bedroom. They had mentioned Ryle Poole in the car after work and that swiftly turned into a discussion of whether she had a rest day over the weekend; they were just talking about exchanging contact and the man's thought seemed to have traced back to the matter with Ryan as soon as he slammed the bedroom door behind him.

"Is your man better than Ryan Poole?" he asked.

"...I don't know." Sabrina barely even knew Ryan in person, how was she to judge whether he was better?

"You don't know?" he smirked and continued, "Well, then you will have to be punished!"

"You...you are better than him."

"And who am I?" he asked relentlessly.

"My...my husband is better than Ryle Poole...a hundred times better," she caved and muttered.

The last thought that filled Sabrina right before she fell asleep that night was how vengeful Sebastian was. The only reason he did not mention anything whe