I was so fucking pissed that she wasn’t even trying to give me a little grace.
I stood up from the bed, frustration boiling over. “Come on, Khloe! You want sex so bad when I literally never said no. I said just give me a minute. But you know what, come on!”
She looked down at my dick and rolled her eyes. “I don’t want it if you’re gonna act like that. Don’t give it to me like it’s a chore or like it’s something you don’t even wanna do.”
I ran a hand through my hair, breathing hard. “Damn. Nothing will ever satisfy you.”
“SEX WILL!” she screamed. “Hot, nasty, sticky, long, earth-shattering sex will! Make me feel seen. Make me feel wanted.”
I smacked my lips. “You are seen and wanted. Who the fuck said you aren’t? We literally have sex every other day. What do you want—every day?”
She shot back without hesitation. “Every day. Multiple times a day.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You gotta be kidding me.”
“You used to,” she said quietly. “There was a time I had to beg you for a break.”
I snapped. “Yeah—and we were fucking teenagers with stamina and no real-life shit going on! Yeah, I worked, but we didn’t have these bills. These responsibilities.”
She just looked at her nails. Then the words slipped out before I could stop them.
“You know what? Since I’m just not enough for you sexually… How about an open marriage.”
Her face dropped. “What the fuck?” she yelled. “So that’s what you want?”
“No,” I said immediately. “That’s obviously what you want. I love my wife. I love my sex life. I don’t see a problem here, but clearly you do. So go use your hall pass.”
She scoffed. “What the fuck, Kairo! That is not what I’m saying.”
“But it is,” I said, with a bitter laugh leaving my mouth. “So go ahead. Go have your little fun.”
I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I stood in front of the mirror, hands gripping the counter, feeling aggravated and defeated. I knew Khloe. I knew she’d never do it. I was the only man she’d ever been with and wanted to be with, but I needed her to understand that I couldn’t keep being torn down like I wasn’t doing enough as a man.
I stared at my reflection trying to calm down when the door opened. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was her.
“So that’s what you want to do?” she said behind me, talking loud enough to piss me off more. “You want me to fuck someone else?”
I closed my eyes.
Jesus Christ.
She wasn’t hearing a damn thing I’d said. Not one word. And at that point, I was so over explaining myself that I didn’t even have the energy to correct it.
“No,” I said, taking a deep breath. “That’s not what I want.”
She took a step closer. “Then why would you even say something like that?”
Because you weren’t hearing me.
Because I felt cornered.
Because I didn’t know what else to say to make you understand.
But I didn’t say any of that. I turned to face her slowly.
“Khloe,” I said, trying to control my voice, “if you going to fuck some other nigga—with obviously more stamina than me—will get you off my fucking back over dumb shit, then go ahead.”
Her face fell.
