Page 14 of Yours Suddenly

“Also,” Roman drawls as we ascend the stairs, “you can't be moving around all the time.”

“Oh.”

“I would prefer you stay home.”

Confusion lights up in my brain. “What do you mean? You just want me to stay here all day?”

“Preferably.”

There's something in his voice I don't like, something almost accusatory.

“Why would you want me to not move around?” I say.

We reach the landing and walk towards our bedroom.

“Roman,” I say.

“Yes?” His low, rumbly voice nearly melts away my indignation but not quite.

Why would he think I need a bodyguard? And what was that about no other man touching me? Where did that come from?

Surely he doesn't think… I wouldcheaton him?

He saw me having fun the last few days without him as I hung out with Mama and Adrianne… and decided my fun had to be from another man?

We enter our bedroom and when I pass through the door, he closes it behind me and pushes me up against it gently.

Our faces are so close to each other as I gaze up at him. His good looks are so distracting, and for a moment I forget my anger.

“You smell so fucking good,” he says. He wraps his large hands around my waist and begins to knead gently. A moan builds up in my throat and he brings his face down to my neck and inhales deeply. My arm fastens around his neck as he brings his crotch against my chest and begins to grind lightly.

I missed this. I missed him touching me, acknowledging me.

Just then his phone rings, a shrill assault that destroys the spell between us. My anger returns to my body and I'm about to ask him if he thinks I would let anyone touch me but he's already on the call, brow furrowed. Without acknowledging me further, he steps out of the room, leaving me there panting and horny and confused and pissed.

If I'm not miserable over him not paying me any attention, he thinks I'm getting some action elsewhere? Throughout the day, my anger is like a simmering pot of stew and at certain times, the heat cranks up and I almost erupt all over the place.

“If looks could kill,” Adrianne remarks.

I ignore her, stealing the grape she's about to pop into her mouth and popping it into my own mouth.

“Okay, rude,” she says.

After dinner, Adrianne and I go to the home theater to watchYours Suddenly, Sawyerwhich happens to be one of her favorite movies too. Two hours later, we’re crying at the sad ending where Frankie and Evelyn can’t be together afterall, though my sadness is mixed with being frustrated with my husband.

“You know what?” I say. “You and I are soulmates.”

“If this is a proposal,” Adrianne says, wiping her tears, “then I say yes. Leave your husband.”

“Either way,” I say, “I'll still be Mrs. Trent.”

“Right? Who needs men?” Adrianne says.

We say goodnight to each other and as I head up to my room, high-fiving cousin Lisa’s daughter, Kaylee, as she descends to get a glass of milk from the kitchen, I think I have to do something about all this.

I'm feeling vengeful.

When I walk through the door, I'm surprised to see my husband there. He's just come back home.

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