All Chapters of The Temporary Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“You enjoyed meeting him a lot.” Ivan wasn’t asking, he was telling me.Shyly, eyes on the shiny floor, my head bobs up and down.“He was fun.”“Am I not fun?”My head snaps up to meet his eyes, there is no smile to be found, which is weird since all he did recently was smile at me. “Uh.. you are.”“You hesitate for me, but not for him. Because you attended the same school?”His words roll off my skin, making me heat up in a way nothing else can. “I didn’t hesitate, I was just… it was sudden.”“So he isn’t more special than I am?”More special? What is going on here? My eyes dart toward the bedroom door, and he catches my train of thought, before it forms completely, standing in my way and blocking my mode of escape.“You’re my friend aren’t you?”“And he is what?”“A fan.” I say quickly, trying to diffuse the situation.“You smile like that for a fan but not for a friend?”“Fans buy my work and support me, they’re the reason I am not on the streets,” He snorts as if to say look ar

I push the glass away.He empties his own glass, and pours himself a second. “When did you know you were straight? Let me guess, you were fifteen and loved lesbian porn?” the words seem to tumble out of me.“Because that was Freddy’s solution to un-gay me.” I snort.His eyes flash for a second, and his second glass was gone.“Was that what he did?”“Yeah,” I start, spreading out my hands on the island, resting my chin on it, from above me, Ivan puts something in the pan, it sizzles, smelling so good.“My mom and dad wanted to give me my birthday present, four months late, and imagine the shock they received when they saw Bobby on top of me, well, inside me.” then I wince, glancing at him. “I shouldn’t say that, sorry. I am not familiar with what’s too much to share with friends.”“You don’t have to apologize, I’ve heard guys say worse.”Hmph.He shows no sign of disgust, instead he tops up my third glass. “And, what else? What else happened after they saw you?”I glance at the con

As if my life couldn’t get any worse.My mother had sent a text, demanding to see Ivan and I.This was bad.Nope, worse than bad. I left him there without any explanation, and he offered to be my friend too. I ruined it.I doubt Izzy Valentine could be anything other than the kind of person that ruins everything. Court had helped me compose a message for Ivan.He had called exactly nineteen times since my departure, sending no messages. That was even more ominous. Maybe he wanted me to hear the fury in his voice when he cussed me out.I am shaved and finally clean.However I have changed out of my clothes five times since I showered. Nothing felt right, maybe it’s the person in the skin that doesn’t feel right. Court said it would be better if we saw face to face first before we met with my mother so we could get our stories right. And I sent an address to him.A cozy coffee, just on the way to my childhood home. Driving there, a few drivers honk at me right before they zoomed p

“Nope. Not a chance.” I said with an incredulous short laugh.“How could she say that?? The last time I had a crush on anybody was in high school, Bobby was good looking in a teen heart throb way, and I wasn’t the only one with a crush on him, neither was I the only person he slept with. And since then there’s nobody else I’ve had a crush on.My fake, straight husband couldn’t be the first in a while. “Are you kidding me? A crush? Like we’re high school kids or something??” Another laugh, this time it felt forced, chest swelling in panic. Court gave me a look that said I was over reacting, but I thought I was under reacting.“Okay, I admit to being attracted to him, and that is only because it has been a while, three years long dry spell can do things to anybody.” Her expression morphs into one of compassion, the knowing look in her eyes dissolve, and I feel the panic in my chest lift a bit. “I have no idea how you managed to go so long, three years isn’t a dry spell, it’s a des

I have drawn more than half of The 99th round.Surviving on coffee, no sleep, nothing else.Just obsessively drawing Vulcan and his story. With every stroke of the pen, Ivan’s fluid movements play at the back of my mind. The way he dodged his opponents punches, like he was living in a different timeline, or his opponent was too slow. He didn’t move, he glided.He made the crowd cheer.He wasn’t just stellar at performing to be my husband, he was stellar at performing for his cheering audience. And I was replicating the moves on the tablet.I drove home in a complete daze, asking Lamb to let Ivan know that I had to go. He tried to convince me to stay , the match was over, and we could grab some drinks together. But I couldn’t, not when I had to transfer his abilities to Vulcan.And since then, I’ve been cooped up here. “Okay, I will be the first to call it. This is madness.” Court says, startling me.My finger stops moving abruptly. And when I look around, I find that around me is