Page 23 of Jealous Wife

“I want to know if you told your landlord that my wife broke into your house,” Rollo’s voice raised as he continued talking. “Do I need to expect a visit from the police?”

Zoey sighed. “No. I told them it was my friend.”

Rollo gritted his teeth together, causing the edges of his jaw to bulge in and out as his muscles worked.

“I don’t think my landlord believed me,” Zoey said. “But he’s not going to do anything about it.”

“Good,” Rollo sighed. “Jesus Christ.”

He moved away from the front door then, his bare feet padding toward the couch. He slumped down into it, his head leaning into the tops of the back cushions.

“Jesus,” he whispered.

“You need to control her,” Zoey said, easing her way over to Rollo.

She stood behind him, at the back of the couch, and looked down at his slouched body.

“She can’t keep behaving like this and getting away with it,” Zoey said.

She knew that Rollo wasn’t likely to agree with her. There were so many problems with his marriage already. He didn’t need to add on another one. Zoey knew that he was going to try and resist this. He didn’t want to go down this path.

Who would? Zoey put herself in his shoes. His wife was spiraling out of control, following people and breaking into their apartments, acting crazy and jealous and possessive. The easiest thing for him to do would be to bury his head in the sand and just hope that everything would go away.

Zoey put her hands on Rollo’s shoulders gently, just resting them there as she thought about everything that had happened. Ever since she’d walked into their lives, it had been like a roller coaster ride. Sure, most of it had been fun and enjoyable, but now it was like milk left out on the counter—turning sour.

“What do you want me to do?” Rollo asked.

Zoey was shocked to hear how defeated he sounded. His voice was monotone and lifeless. She gripped his shoulders tighter as she stood over him, trying to comfort him.

“I mean, really,” Rollo sighed. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know,” Zoey said. “I’m not married. I don’t know how you’re supposed to navigate this stuff. Maybe talk to her about it?”

Rollo’s hands came up to his face and wiped down his skin, paying special attention to his eyes, picking and rubbing at them. “As if that’s going to matter,” Rollo said. “She’s lost her fucking mind.”

“I’m sorry,” Zoey whispered.

More than anything, she wanted to take away his pain. There was only one way she knew that she could try, but he probably wasn’t going to go for it.

Ava had been trying desperately to get them to fuck each other, to start an affair. Rollo clearly didn’t want to do it. He’d already rejected Zoey once. He was going to reject her again, and again, and again. It didn’t matter what she wore, or how she threw herself at him, he just wasn’t going to go for it.

Damn you,Zoey thought as she looked down at him.Damn you and your faithful ways. If you were willing to stray, you’d probably be in a better position with a happier wife.

Zoey wasn’t going to say that, though… Or was she? As she looked down at Rollo, it was the only thing she could think about. She knew that all they had to do was fuck each other and it would solve all of his issues.

The only reason why Ava would have broken into her apartment would have been to try and push them together. Wasn’t this what Ava wanted, after all? Now they were here, together, but they weren’t doing what they weresupposedto be doing.

Ava told me what to do, Zoey thought.So I’m going to do it.

Zoey threw caution to the wind and removed her hands from Rollo’s shoulders. She walked around the couch, keeping her eyes focused on him. She could see his face come into sight. His eyes looked tired and dark, and his mouth was pulled down at the corners.

There was only one thing she could do at this point: get down on her knees and suck his cock.

He wouldn’t be able to say no to it, and it would put him in a better mood. Once his mind was clear, they’d be able to talk about this like adults and figure it all out.

Zoey swayed her hips as she walked, staring down at Rollo’s strained face. He hadn’t noticed her yet, but he would. Zoey positioned herself between his legs and slowly lowered herself to her knees. When her hands touched his thighs, slowly rising up them toward his crotch, his eyes popped open and stared at her.

A wide, easy smile spread onto her mouth. She was trying to show him that it was okay. That this was going to fix all his problems. All he needed to do was sit back, relax, and let her mouth wrap around his shaft…