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“So Hana, you’re not straight then?” I cut right to the chase, wondering if I would soon have to share my wife with another woman. We’d never talked about something like this. We didn’t talk much at all if I were being honest.
“I’m more straight than gay, but I like to identify as bisexual. I’ve made out with women while we were drunk, but never sealed the deal. I wouldn’t say no if I’d had the opportunity. I’ve never been with a woman, but I’m open to that possibility. It just hasn’t happened for me.” Hana looked away, her shoulders up to her ears. This must’ve been difficult for her to talk about.
I thought about Hana with another woman and couldn’t help feeling anger. While I’m certain it would be hot, I’m also certain I would choke a bitch out for touching what’s mine. Yet, if I put Joseph in her place, it wasn’t as abhorrent.
“What does that mean for all of us?” I looked between the two of them.
“I want you both and I want to see you together,” Hana exclaimed.
“Fuck, Hana-Banana.” Joseph ran a hand through his hair in agitation. “You can’t just blurt shit out like that. You’ll make him run away.” That last part Joseph hissed to her like I couldn’t hear him.
“No, please go on,” I encouraged. “I would love to know what you’re getting out of it.” Myblasétone wasn’t to be trifled with.
Hana turned red, her feet shuffling back and forth like she hadn’t expected me to force her to explain herself. She glanced away.
I’d had enough. “I’m not married to Joseph, Hana. I’m married to you. You’re my woman, not his. No one, and I meanno one, is fucking you except me.”
I stalked towards Hana, ignoring the sharp breath that Joseph inhaled. I couldn’t deal with him, my wife, and these riotous feelings he stirred inside of me.
When I reached her, I cupped her face in my hands, loving the feel of her soft skin against my calluses. “Understand?”
“You can’t just claim a monopoly of my heart, Logan. I love Joseph too.”
Before I could say anything more, Hana pulled her ringing phone out her back pocket. She answered with speaker, never taking her eyes off me. “Hello?”
There was heavy breathing. Then an eerily low-pitched voice spoke, “HAANNNAAA.”
I whipped the cell out of her hand and held it to my ear. “Who the fuck is this?” I barked.
Three beeps sounded in my ear, then dead air. I looked down at the phone and saw they’d hung up.
“What’s going on?” Joseph said from directly behind me.
“Some fucker is calling my wife in a creepy way. That shit won’t fly. Not at all.”
I turned to look at him, noticing his eyes hardened. “Got that right.” His voice was deeper. Harder. Joseph was not a man to be fucked with.
I tried calling the unknown number back but got a busy signal. Frustrated, I confiscated Hana’s phone just in case they tried to call again. Tomorrow, I would get her a new phone, and a new number.
We tabled all the bullshit between us and ordered out for delivery. Hana put on an old episode ofProject Runway. She loved it, but Joseph and I hated it. We’d rather watch some NASCAR, football, or basketball.
Though she wasn’t admitting it, I could tell my new wife was rattled by that phone call. Her small hands were trembling. Maybe I would hire someone to track that call. I had the means and the time to do it.
Maybe this was a good time to talk Hana into going away with me. I could tell her it was for a business trip. While I could use the mysterious caller as a reason, the truth was I needed her away from Joseph.
She didn’t know what she wanted. She couldn’t know what she wanted. She was still grieving, and this new idea that we would be some kind of throuple was distracting her from the trauma. I got it. I couldn’t say that I understood, but I did get wanting to put your focus on something else.
I wanted to focus on my marriage, my torn friendship, and the failing business my brother left behind. It was strange. I’d expected my mother to send the cops after me. I knew she wouldn’t believe that Luke took his life. She would say it was foul play, but I hadn’t heard from her. It was radio silence. No talk about the funeral. She hadn’t asked me to step up and handle anything. Not that I thought she would. But it was strange.
I’d been her punching bag for many years. Now that all contact had ceased, I felt something was off. That something wasn’t quite adding up.
Joseph stretched with a loud and audible groan, distracting me from putting the puzzle pieces together in my mind. Something was wrong, but until I figured it out, there was no reason to wallow in my thoughts. I had a hot wife who wanted to fuck.
Had Hana and Joseph spent time together alone sexually? Were they together at any point before I’d met her? Had he touched what was mine without permission? All these thoughts and more swirled in my mind until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed answers, but I knew I wasn’t going to get them by interrogating the two.
I cleared my throat, glancing at the television to see the credits on her show were rolling. “I think it’s about time we headed back home.”
Chapter Fifteen
