What the hell, what the fuck, what the hell, what the fuck?
I stand there, probably for way too long, trying to process all the information he just vomited out into the cabin.
He doesn’t hate me? He’s obsessed with me. He wants to fuck my tits and come in my mouth, but he also watches my videos and reads my blog?
I shiver all over again at the idea of him coming on my tits.
Hello, fantasy I didn’t know I had. Come on in. Make yourself at home. Because apparently you’re going to be living rent-free in my brain for the rest of my life.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with any of this. I only know one thing. I am pissed as fuck at Jonah.
How dare he tell me all of that and then walk out? How dare he?
Of course, this is Jonah. The most annoying man in the history of annoying men. So of course that’s what he would do. Now that I think about it, everything about today has been a stellar class A example of what Jonah would do.
But if he thinks I’m letting him get away with this bullshit, he has another thing coming.
I stomp across the living room and throw open the cottage door. It’s not fully dark now, but dusk is definitely on the way. Still, I can see him stomping down the beach like it belongs to him.
Which, it sort of does. But it also belongs to me, so he can bite me.
Yeah, right. I just wish the phraseso he can bite medidn’t make me shiver with lust.
God. What an asshole.
He ruined the phraseso you can bite mefor me. Classic Jonah.
I stomp down the stairs and down the path all the way to the beach. I practically have to run. Because of his long stride, he’s far ahead of me already. Thankfully, it’s been raining, so the sand doesn’t swallow my feet whole the way it did this morning. So I am actually able to catch up.
I grab his arm and try to turn him around to face me. He turns of his own volition. He’s huge enough that I couldn’t force him to turn without some sort of gamma-radiation-she-hulk situation.
Since I made it all the way out here without really considering what I was going to say when I caught him, I end up blurting all my disjointed thoughts.
“What the fuck, Jonah?”
He looks down at me, his expression suddenly weary.
When he doesn’t say anything, I continue. “What the hell am I supposed to do with any of that? You’re obsessed with me, but you don’t want to be? You can’t stand to be in my presence, but you think maybe you’re in love with me? What am I supposed to do with that?”
His gaze shifts away from me, and then he closes his eyes briefly before looking back at me. “Nothing. You’re not supposed to do anything with it because it’s my problem.”
“No way. No. You don’t get to take the easy out here. You don’t get to just hide on your island and pretend this doesn’t exist. Because if my husband is in love with me, then it’s a little bit my problem, too.”
“It’s not your problem. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
“The way I see it, it has everything to do with me. Everything to do with us.”
“It really doesn’t. You didn’t sign up for this. This isn’t what you asked for. You needed a temporary husband. Someone you could rely on. Someone you could trust to walk away when it was over. That’s what we agreed on.”
“Yeah, well, that was before you gave me the best orgasm of my life. Without ever actually fucking me. So maybe we should rethink what we agreed on.”
“No. We shouldn’t. Trust me.”
“Trust you to what? To keep pushing me away? To keep fucking with my head? Because you want me, but you don’t want to want me. You want to love me, but only from a distance? I don’t know what to do with any of that. And I don’t accept any of that.”
He glares down at me for a second, drawing several labored breaths before he snaps. “You don’t have any choice but to accept it. This isn’t open for negotiation. The terms we agreed on for our marriage stand. We stay married for two years. Then we get amicably divorced. That’s it. There aren’t any other options.”
“Why not?”
