A week after Mari and I signed our contract, and three days after Mari moved into my place, I cursed myself for being the greatest fool alive.Live together, I’d said, it’ll be fine, I’d said.Except it wasn’t fucking fine. Mari was in my space, her smell, her voice, her very being taking up both my physical and mental space.She’d filled my fridge with chick food. I was pretty sure she’d bought at least one bottle of rosé and one bottle of chardonnay, both of which I never allowed near my kitchen for obvious reasons. She’d filled my bathroom cabinets with so many items—how did women have so much stuff?It had been so long since I’d lived with a woman I’d forgotten they collected products like magpies collected things for their nests. They had soap for each body part. They had tweezers and clippers and tiny scissors; they had lotion and razors and hair spray. And so much makeup. Thankfully Mari had kept most of her makeup in her bedroom—my second bedroom—because there wasn’t room f
That Saturday, I found myself hiding in my parents’ bathroom during a family dinner. Why? Oh, I’d just told everyone I was married now and living with my husband. Surprise!At the moment, I was avoiding speaking to my husband. Because I knew that if I spoke to him, he’d try something. Like seduce me.So I kept our conversations as unsexy as possible if I needed to say anything at all. A guy can’t really work with questions like “Where’s the toilet paper?” and “When does your recycling go out?” Not even someone like Liam Gallagher, seduction expert.But now I had a more important issue than the possibility of making recycling bins sexy: explaining to my family that I was married.The conversation thus far before I’d run to hide in the bathroom had been as follows:“You’re what?”“To who? David? Did he beg for you to take him back?”“Why would you marry David? He cheated on you. He sucks.”“Are you joking? You have to be joking. It’s not a good joke, Mari. Stop this.”My parents
By the time I arrived home—no, not home, it was Liam’s place—I stalled going inside. The entire drive home, anxiety churned in my gut. For the first time, this entire situation had truly dawned on me. It was like I’d been floating through a dream until reality had splashed me with a bucket of ice water.I pressed my forehead to the steering wheel. That too-familiar panic threatened to take over like it had at Jenna’s wedding reception. I took in a shuddering breath. Then another. Until I was calm enough to go inside and hope Liam wouldn’t ask me about my supposed work party.I wasn’t talking to him anyway, so that should be easy enough.Liam was lounging on the couch, music filling the living room. He had a spectacular view of Elliott Bay—way better than my view of a general store I’d had at my old place. The most exciting thing I’d see out my window was when raccoons would knock over the trashcans and the owner would come out, yelling at them and threatening to call the cops. I’d n
“Niamh,” I said, totally at a loss. “The bloody hell are you doing here?”It was Mari who had the sense to usher my soaking-wet sister into the apartment. When had it started raining? When you were licking your wife’s pussy, that’s when.“What’s your name again?” said Mari to my sister.“Niamh,” said Niamh slowly, her teeth still chattering. “Like ‘weave’ except it starts with an ‘n.’”“It’s nice to meet you, Niamh. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”“I can do it myself,” groused Niamh. “I know where the bathroom is. I don’t even know who you are, though.”Niamh headed to the bathroom and shut the door hard enough that I winced.What the hell was my teenage sister doing here? Did Uncle Henry and Aunt Siobhan know? It was a two-hour drive from Olympia, and it was a school night. There was no way they would’ve let her come here.I checked my phone, only to realize the battery had died. Plugging it in, the screen filled with missed calls and texts from my aunt and uncle.Do
Running after a teenager wasn’t exactly in my plans this morning, but here I was, on the streets of downtown Seattle, trying to catch up to Niamh.Liam hadn’t told me much about his sister beyond her aspirations to get into an Ivy League. He’d said she wanted to study political science and to start a non-profit.“Why am I the one doing this?” I said to myself, startling a man walking past me. Liam should be the one here, not me.I could see Niamh and her blue hair up ahead, about a block away. I walked faster, almost running when I saw the WALK sign turn on.“Niamh! Wait!”Niamh glanced over her shoulder, scowled, and walked faster.I was considerably taller than Liam’s sister, my legs longer, and luck was on my side when Niamh got caught in a crowd of fanny-pack wearing tourists most likely walking to Pike Market.Why anyone would come to Seattle in January, I had no idea. Maybe they were actual masochists. Based on their shorts and sandals, they were either insane or robots wh
I paced the length of my flat while Mari and Niamh were gone. I reconsidered at least twenty times if I should go after them. Niamh was my sister. She’d been my responsibility since the moment she’d been born.Yet Mari hadn’t minced words in her texts. Stay home; you’ll make things worse.It pissed me off. I wanted to go straight to that cafe and prove Mari wrong. Pull up a chair, plant my arse in it, and force Niamh to talk to me.Right as I debated leaving, my phone rang. Thinking it might be Mari, I answered it without looking at the caller ID.The voice on the other line, though? Definitely not a woman’s voice. It was a voice I’d only heard a half dozen times in my life, but I’d never forget it.“Liam,” said old man Gallagher in that Irish brogue that instantly took me back to my days in Dublin. “How are you?”My grandda had called me once before here in the States to tell me I was getting a tiny percentage for my inheritance while Niamh was getting the rest.“Did you really
Niamh left the next day, but not before Liam had made her promise to behave herself.“You’re giving me gray hairs already,” he’d said when she’d hugged him.“You’ll look dashing with a salt and pepper look.” Niamh had turned to me, and to my surprise, had hugged me tightly. She’d whispered in my ear, “Take care of him? He’s stupid but I love him anyway.”I’d just nodded. That moment last night, when Liam and I had sat in silence, had changed something between us. It had been a silence loaded with intimacy, with emotions, with things that were dangerous but heady at the same time.Returning to his apartment, we lapsed into silence again. We hadn’t been truly alone in three days—not since the night he’d given me the greatest orgasm I’d ever had.Sleeping next to him without really sleeping with him? That had been pure torture. His smell, his heat, the way he looked while he slept. His hair tousled in the morning, or how he stretched and showed off every muscle without even realizing
Who would have known my prissy little wife was insatiable in bed? After we’d slept for a few hours, I awoke at the same time that she’d turned back toward me, palmed my cock, and had got me hard again like I was some teenager with his first girl.The fact that Mari’s piece of shite ex hadn’t so much as eaten her out made me want to prove to her that she was better off with me.Okay, fine—I didn’t want to examine too closely why it mattered. This was just a fling. Hot sex never lasted. It wore off; the luster turned dull. I had no expectations that this was anything more than what I always did with women.But I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want it to last longer than these six months. That after Mari had fallen asleep, her hair strewn across her pillow, I’d imagined what it’d be like for us to be truly man and wife.That night, Mari turned to me after I’d parked the car to say, “Are you nervous?”I shot her an ironic glance. “Should I be?”“If you’re not, I am. My family is…a lo