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dedicated to eli & ava king, from god of war.
“If you dare betray me, I’ll ruin your life.” “More than what you’re doing already?” “This is mere foreplay. I’ll make you regret being born if you stab me in the back.”
“That mouth of yours is begging to be punished so thoroughly, you’ll only sing praises for me afterward.”
“Oh, look at that. It’s the day we give each other pills. We should make an anniversary out of it.”
“Just that he was, um, half-naked and I wrapped my arms around his neck and said my husband wouldn’t like this.” She watches me closely, her face pale as if she’s a prisoner waiting for a sentence. I resist a smile. It was me.
Ava stands up and yawns. “I’m bored and if this mood goes on, I’ll start rearranging your stuff for revenge.” I glare up at the reason that I’m in this predicament. 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠.
It’s virtually impossible to concentrate when my wife is sitting there like a snack waiting to be devoured.
After I put Ava to bed and she fell asleep, she woke up half an hour later and walked all over the house before I carried her back to bed and stayed with her until she went under again.
I know how much she adores kids and dreams of having her own. She always stops and plays with children and dogs in the street and she volunteers at a charity to offer free cello lessons to children from humble backgrounds.
“I gave you the option. I didn’t force you to take the pill, I only put it on the table in case you want it.”
“You…you…you caveman!” “That insult was extremely anticlimactic after all the stuttering. Surely, you could’ve come up with something better.”
“What are you doing, Eli?!” “Removing access to the view.” I lean in and whisper in her ear, “My view.”
A hot edge of bright-red rage seeps from my chest to the tip of my thumb that’s rolling my wedding band. I roll my wedding band back and forth, back and forth until I nearly snap my finger off.
Maybe I need to see a doctor for my issues. Surely, it’s entirely unacceptable that I want her so much that a rush of heat engulfs me day in and day out like a vengeful curse.
I punched someone publicly for her last night, generated a few headlines that Henderson suppressed and my father shook his head at me for. However, the need to do it again hasn’t left me. That and the fucking seething lust that flows in my veins instead of blood.
She’s such a fucking brat sometimes, I want to punish her for it.
I’ve always been a creature of control. Emotions, mild or strong, are a nonnegotiable sign of weakness. I never lose my cool or let feelings cloud my judgment or, worse, interfere with my decisions.
Being obsessed to the point of madness should be entirely blasphemous. And yet the woman who’s looking at me with a spark of a challenge is single-handedly smashing all my principles into a fucking abyss.