Adrian
Nicole sat on the bed as I walked past the room door. She had her ankles folded across each other and her fingers typed endlessly at her phone. Her hair was down and it fell over her shoulders making her look no less than a goddess. But the frown on her face and the glare she shot me was not so goddesslike.
It was perverted to enjoy the way she held me possessively when Kenan was downstairs, but it was wishful thinking to imagine that my wife had done so solely out of love. She was jealous. And as much as I loved her jealous side, I thought it was ridiculous, seeing as she already had me by my balls. She belonged to me and I belonged to her just the same, but she did no understand that just yet.
"You're fuming," I said as I put my guns away. She did not grace my presence with
