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My blood is absolutely boiling. Who does he think he is? Oh, that’s right, my damn husband. Now that’s a laugh.
“Darling?” I give him my best eye roll and stick my finger in his face. “I’m going to ‘darling’ you six feet under the fucking ground. How about that, darling?”
I take a small step back, and my eyes disobey me, glancing down at his cock again. It’s not hard to miss, it is right there after all.
“I heard if you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking away from his cock. A part of me wonders what it would be like if that thing comes at me. The other part, though, it wants to cut it off.
“I’m just trying to work out if this is considered small or average.” We both know I’m lying. He isn’t considered either, but his cock twitches at my words, and his voice follows soon after.
“Why don’t you wrap your lips around it, darling, and we can test your theory for ourselves.”
“Your cock is lucky to be in the same vicinity as me.” I move to walk away, but he catches my forearm and turns me back to face him.
“I’ve been around you. I’ve seen the face you make when you come, don’t forget that. And let’s get one thing straight, I’m more and a better man than you could ever get. So why don’t you run along and chase that pussy that you’re so dying have. Because I don’t fucking want you.”
“I was willing to try, you know.” I wave my hand between us. “But you’re all kinds of fucked-up. I fucking tried, and this is what I get back.”
He laughs at me again, and my muscles tense with frustration.
“That’s cute. That’s real, real cute that you think you tried. You may have thought you were trying when I stepped into that room with you.” He steps closer to me now, so close I can feel his hot breath on my face as he speaks. “But it wasn’t my name that left those lips when you came, was it?”
Shit. What? I didn’t even realize I said what he thinks I said. I wonder if it’s because the last person to make me come was her, so it was her on my mind. I can see why he’s pissed off, but he has to get over it. He can’t make this a thing—a one-word slip-up and everything is ruined. I have to be in this relationship as much as he does, so the least he can do is give me some grace when I was falling for someone else, and I stopped that to be with him.
“I can see the wheels spinning in your head. Don’t even think for a second you can somehow turn this around on me.” He starts to spin away from me, and I do the stupidest thing I can think of doing. I mean, I don’t even know why it entered my head. It’s the sleep deprivation, that’s what I’m going to put it down as. That has to be the reason why my hand reaches out and clutches his cock because there’s literally no other reason I can think of as to why I would do something like that. I mean, apart from the fact that it’s so pretty, but I’m never telling him that.
My eyes shoot up to his as my hand remains wrapped around him. His eyes, that were full of hatred a moment ago, are now full of amusement and perhaps a little bit of shock because here I am, his wife who has never even touched him before, now standing in front of him in a wedding dress in his shower and holding his cock. I mean, when you think about it, it sounds like something a married couple would do, but we aren’t your average married couple.
“At least give it a kiss while you’re strangling it, darling.” My hand drops from him and goes back to bunching my dress up at my side. It would be really wise to walk out of this room right now and not think about what I just did, but I like a bit of a challenge, and Joey will not defeat me.
“You’re drunk,” I state, realizing I can smell the whiskey on his breath. Had he been drinking all night? I mean, it’s morning now. I slept on the couch and heard him come in, but he didn’t say a word to me as he walked past and kept going. What was he doing up all night after he left me stranded in a sex club?
“Ding, ding, ding. And the prize for the smartest girl in the room goes to you. How would you like your prize, orally, with my fingers, or with my cock?” He puts his back toward me, his smooth ass now on display right in front of me.
And with that, I’m not about to leave without completing this game, so I turn around and take just one step out of the shower, unzip my dress, let it drop to the floor, then step back into the shower, reaching past him toward the soap. He’s turned his head ever so slightly and his eyes scan down my body, assessing me the same way my eyes assessed him. I should shy away—I mean, he’s told me before that I’m too skinny and I’m not his type—but I don’t because the anger is stronger than the shame.
“Did you want to play, darling?” he taunts.
I start washing myself and look up at him. “Play with you? Now that’s a laugh and a half. Who the fuck would want to play with you, darling?”
Don’t look at his cock!
Don’t you dare look at his cock!
Not wanting to give him the impression that this is what I want because is this really what I want? I think that’s the problem. I was figuring out what I wanted and what I needed, then everything just got piled on top, confusing me even more.
With Becca, I was happy, but a small part of me thought this could be a life for me. What a joke that was because life isn’t ever that easy. My life has never been, and it never will be.
“I’ve played nice with you. I’ve been on my best behavior, even after you fucked someone else,” he states. I go to tell him that I was fucking her before I even met him and he knew it, but he holds a finger to my lips, ultimately shutting me up before he continues, “I like to consider myself a fair, nice man, even sensible, but when I’m fucking pushed…” He takes a deep centering breath. “You have pushed me to the edge, not even willing to try. And when you were there, making your sorry attempt, you reverted to someone else. This marriage is going to be the fucking death of me if I don’t kill you first.” His curly hair hangs on his face and his full lips are pressed thin as he glares at me. “Now, I’m going to bed, darling. Do not fucking wake me.”
I don’t say a word as he turns and grabs a towel.
My eyes drop to his ass as he exits the bathroom, not even stopping to dry himself. I hear a door slam shut, and I wonder how the fuck can I get out of this.
NINETEEN
JOEY
Joey
