Asshole Husband

“Really, you see, the way I look at it, you do as I say, or I make your sister’s life a misery. I don’t have to threaten you two, just your sister. I can make her life hell on earth, believe me,” Wolfe said. He put his hands on Rachel’s shoulders. “Just try me. Your weakness is not your slutty ways, or your need to know everything. It’s your sweet, little, not so innocent sister. Now leave.”

Mary and Alice stood for several seconds, and Rachel pulled out from his touch and forced a smile.

“It’s fine. We can hang out tomorrow. He won’t hurt me.” She didn’t know if that was true.

The old Wolfe wouldn’t hurt her.

This one, well, he didn’t exactly give her any comforting feels right now.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, wishing she could find a way to make Wolfe stop with his threats.

“One day, Wolfe, you’re going to want something you can’t have, and when it does, I’m going to fucking laugh in your face,” Mary said as her parting shot.

The door closed.

Rachel was grateful her sister didn’t slam the door. She didn’t want Benjamin awake right now.

“You’ve made my family leave, so what do you want?” Rachel asked.

“Simple, I want to give you what you crave.” He stepped up to her and put a hand on her cheek. “I want to fuck my wife.”

Chapter Three

The moment Rachel left his office, he called his lawyer to see how strong her case for divorce was, and much to his annoyance, she did have one. They hadn’t been seen together. The town, they didn’t know his face or him. He only saw his son on the weekends. To the outside world, they were living separate lives, and the only way for any marital judge to change their mind was for him to throw a seed of doubt.

So, out of his suit, he’d dressed in jeans and a shirt, ready to play the part of adoring husband in her very quaint little home.

His penthouse apartment in the city was bigger. When she talked about her plans for a family, he assumed a much bigger property. His PI had told him about her purchase of this place. He was able to work behind the scenes for most of Rachel’s decision to put himself in her life without her even realizing it. He did own half of this house, her car, and he owned the entirety of her haberdashery.

Their time together have been short before their marriage, but he did listen to every single word that came out of her mouth when she did speak to him.

He didn’t ignore her. He’d enjoyed listening to her talk about her plans for the future. She was never false with him, and she’d been refreshing to be around.

This was the life he knew she wanted for herself, and well, now, for the next couple of weeks or even months, this was his home as well.

Running fingers through his hair, he glanced around the place, and saw so many pictures. They were cluttered or crammed, but instead of artwork, there were portraits of Benjamin, Rachel, and her sisters.

“You’re crazy,” Rachel said. “That is so not happening.” She turned on her heel and walked away.

He followed her. She was going to have to get used to having him around.

“You think I didn’t see the interest in your eyes,” he said. Her kitchen was small but homey.

He watched her pick up her sisters’ cups, dumping the contents in the sink before washing them. How very domesticated. He didn’t clean anything. He hired a cleaner, and he also had a cook as well.

She started to laugh. “Oh, my, you really do have a big ego, don’t you? I don’t want to sleep with you.”

“Sleeping is the furthest thing from my mind.”

“Wow, you know what, I don’t want you here. I don’t want to confuse Benjamin with you being here.”

“He’s our son. I’m his dad. There’s not much confusion.”

“You’ve never stepped foot into our home before, Wolfe. He’s never seen you.”

“So, unless you’ve told him a big outlandish lie where I’m allergic to the house.”

“Of course not. I don’t lie.”

“Then answer me this, are you attracted to me?” he said. He was going to win this argument one way or another.

“I’m not doing this. I come to you asking for a divorce, which you refuse to give me, and what, end up on my doorstep wanting to have sex.”

“You can’t tell me you’re not a little bit tempted. It has been five years, and I know no one has stepped in my place.”

She shook her head. “You know what, I don’t want to talk to you, or even be near you right now.”

“You didn’t answer me with a denial, so I’m guessing, you want me.” He stepped around the counter. Rachel didn’t back away. Her arms were folded. “If you want, I can be the guy you fell in love with. I remember what it was you loved.” He changed his voice to softly spoken. “I’m still the same guy, Rachel. Just with a few hard edges you will grow to enjoy.”