Chapter 32

For a second, I just stare at him with complete shock and a little bit of lust. That quickly turns into a lot of anger.

I plant both of my hands on his chest and push him away from me. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” I whisper-yell at him. For one, I don’t want to draw the attention of all of our employees. But for two, the angrier I get, the quieter I get. I’ve been told that it’s more than a little disconcerting.

Good. I want to scare him.

“Newsflash, asswipe. You can’t leave me alone for two weeks and then come back drunk to fuck me and expect me to be head over heels for you,” I hiss at him.

“You are my fucking wife. When I bed you, I expect you to be there when I wake up,” he nearly screams, getting in my face with him.

“And why the fuck is that?! You don’t fucking own me! We’re married on paper, that’s all. We can’t even stand to be around each other for more than a few hours!” I retort.

He grabs my upper arms, pulling me so that my body is flush