Asshole Husband

They hadn’t been together in five years.

She wanted a divorce.

Rachel, he doesn’t want you. He just doesn’t want to divorce you.

“No,” she said.

She grabbed his hand and pushed him back. Even as she shook with arousal, she wasn’t going to give in, not now, not today.

“Rachel?”

“All you do is manipulate and lie. I’m not giving in. Not this time. You think all it’s going to take is to get me into bed, and everything would be okay. You’re wrong. I want so much more, and I deserve it.”

She pushed him away from her and moved toward the stairs.

“I wasn’t trying to manipulate you,” Wolfe said.

“No? Then what is it you want from me, Wolfe? Because I can’t think of a single reason as to why you won’t give me a divorce, other than the fact you like to be the one to make these decisions, to have the control. I don’t like it, nor do I like you. Nor do I like this. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be your doormat. Not now, and not anyway.”

She walked upstairs and went straight for the bathroom.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she looked ready to explode.

There was no way she could let Wolfe have this power over her. She wanted a divorce because she wished to have a man who loved her, who wanted to be with her, not for any conditions, or place on a board, but because he loved her more than anything else and the very idea of not being with her, made him feel sick and alone.

One day, she would find it. She only hoped Wolfe hadn’t destroyed her faith in love, as otherwise, she would forever want to be with a man who couldn’t love her.

Chapter Seven

The weekend went by way too quickly. After his failed attempt to get his wife into bed, Wolfe knew he had to come up with another plan. Not that playing with her pussy against the front door was a plan. He hadn’t prepared for things to go quickly. She’d been wet though, and now he had his answer. She was still turned on by him, which meant they had a chance.

Sunday, he didn’t get to see her much at all. She left their house early, and by the time she returned it was late. He caught up on some much-needed work while waiting. He also began to work on a new plan.

The old Rachel who was happy to have any kind of attention from him was gone. He couldn’t use any old tricks on her, and part of him didn’t want to either.

He’d drawn up a file, one he could work with.

All she ever wanted was for someone to love her. Well, he knew what to do, but for now, he had to work on her falling in love with him. Not the old Wolfe, but the asshole. She had to see him for more than being a monster.

Sunday night, he didn’t get to work on any of his plan because Benjamin arrived, and he got to be a part of the family.

You are a part of the family, asshole.

Benjamin told them everything from going to the park, to the scary stories they told themselves at night. He talked for hours. So much so, by the time he went to bed, there was no time to just talk with her, to sit down and enjoy.

Now, Monday morning, and they were running behind. He got to see a frazzled-looking Rachel.

“I’ve got to get to the shop. I was supposed to drop you off at school twenty minutes ago. I can’t believe we slept in.” She quickly grabbed everything.

“Wait, what is going on?” Wolfe asked.

“I need to get Benjamin to school and open up the shop, all within about fifteen minutes. I’ve also got a fitting today with a wedding dress I promised to a young woman who wanted to have one created just for her. I can’t think right now.”

“How about I take Benjamin to school?” Wolfe said.

“You take my son to school?”

“Yes. He’s our son, and he can tell me the way. I know how to get there. You can head to the shop, and it solves at least a couple of troubles.”

She looked like she really didn’t want him interfering.

“You need me right now. Rather than push me aside because you don’t trust me, put me to use. I want to take Benjamin to school. This isn’t going to be hard.” He grabbed Benjamin’s bag, and his car keys. While she was out yesterday, he’d had a car delivered, complete with a car seat suitable for a five-year-old.

“You’re sure?” she asked. “You can do this.”

“Baby, I run a multi-million-dollar corporation. Believe me, taking my son to school is no hardship.”

“Okay. You’re right. This is a piece of cake.” She knelt down and stroked Benjamin’s hair. “You’re going to be good for your daddy, right?”