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it hard for me to continue. Closing my eyes and steeling myself against everything I was feeling, I let

myself imagine what could have been if we weren’t two mentally jacked up individuals, but only for

a moment.

“Will you come after me?” I asked after regaining my composure.

I kept my eyes closed as I awaited his answer.

“I’ll try not to,” I heard him answer in one breath.

In the next, he slammed the door shut.

T W E N T Y

“Adam Fitzgerald, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in more than a month.”

My wife started in on me as soon as I walked into the house we shared. I stopped on my way

up the stairs and let my gaze sweep her. She was beautiful in a traditional way. Tall and lithe, with the

body of a ballet dancer. She was wearing a flowery sundress and her blonde hair was perfectly

coifed. Not a strand out of place. What was most impressive was the fact that she managed to sound

caring and sincere as she chastised me about being away. I knew she was full of shit. Her cold, ice-

blue eyes told on her.

She didn’t give a fuck about me. She was more worried about how my disappearing act would

reflect on her. She needed me there to make her friends believe she had some type of fairytale

marriage. She fed off their envy. Disgusted with the fact that I even married her, I shook my head and

said nothing.

“You’re going to ignore me, Adam?” She scoffed and stomped her foot like an overgrown

child.

It was unattractive. Ignoring her I dragged myself upstairs. I refused to participate in her

temper tantrum, and I needed a shower. When I made it to the top of the stairs, I still heard her ranting.

She was on the phone. “He’s back, and he looks horrible”

I already knew who she was talking to—my father. Over the years, she’d tried using him to

bend my will for her. As if he could. If he possessed that power, I would have taken his place at the

helm of my family’s marketing firm years ago. He’d been pressuring me since I graduated college.

In the shower with my head pressed against the cool tile and with warm water beating down

my back, unwanted thoughts of Eve crept in. Images of her bent over, cumming for me nearly buckled

my knees. My cock became incredibly hard. Groaning in pain, I was forced to grip my shaft. I stroked