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Just as I was about to enter her, she stopped me, pressing her palms into my chest. “Wait. Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
Maybe she wanted to do some freaky form of foreplay first?
“You’re not wearing a condom. Get one,” she demanded.
We had never used a condom.
I looked down at her, the darkness of our room shading her face from me.
“We’ve never used a condom. Why would we start now?”
It was dark, yet I could still see the moment her eyes went wide with shock. Quickly, her expression changed, and she began to giggle in a way I had never heard her sound before.
“It’s just that, we’re home now, so I think we should start using protection until we get to know each other a bit better. I mean, we only dated for a short while before the wedding.”
Get to know each other?
I thought we knew each other pretty damn well, considering I had basically been inside her since the moment we said I do.
With a tight jaw, I pulled back, my cock deflating like a balloon with a tiny hole. For some reason, this wasn’t how I wanted her. She was so different. The warmth I felt radiating from her after our wedding was gone. I wanted it back.
“I’m going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?” I asked, pulling my boxers up to cover my dick.
She ran her fingers over my forearm and bicep, her nails scraping the skin, and chills of disgust moved over me. Her touch felt cold and impersonal—it felt wrong.
“I think I’m good. I’m actually pretty tired. I think I’m going to just crash.”
I nodded, giving her a curt smile I was sure didn’t reach my eyes.
I stood from the bed in just my boxers and started toward the door, but before I could leave the room, she said, “Damn, Wyatt, you’re fucking hot. I never noticed before.”
I paused without turning around. My angel never talked like that. Something was definitely wrong.
“Good night, Allison,” I said, leaving her in the room.
Behind me, I heard her call out, “Night!”
I cringed. Even the sound of her voice was wrong.
What changed?
It wasn’t as if I went away for weeks. I had only been away from her for half the day. I definitely wasn’t gone long enough for the strange disconnect between us to have formed.
I went to the liquor cabinet and poured myself a drink. I downed it, the liquid burning the back of my throat as I tried to think of what might have changed. She was so different.
And then it hit me.
She wasn’t different.
This was the same Allison I had always known. The woman she was during our honeymoon was the one who was different. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten so attached to that side of her. Especially if I was only going to see that side of her on special occasions.
I supposed it was time to get used to the way things used to be. I needed to adjust to the old Allison again because the woman I married and had a wonderful honeymoon with was long gone. I would mourn her, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to ask her to come back.
Still, it didn’t make sense for her to pretend for me. Why would she need to when we were in private? Out there, in front of the world, she could be Allison, the party girl—the center of attention—full of greed and sarcasm. As long as she came home the sweet woman I fell in love with, I didn’t care.
I sat on the couch in my office, downing another glass and feeling the heat begin to course through my veins. I couldn’t go back to our bedroom and see her the way she was. It hurt too much. After spending an entire day missing her, I wanted her back.
