Page 16 of Mr. Strategic

“No,” I said.

All I wanted was my husband to stop cheating on me but he refused, so I was quiet quitting this marriage. . .

Chapter Five

The next morning I got up and showered in one of our massive bathrooms, washing the evidence of my husband’s harsh, possessive treatment off my thighs. I felt sore and achy and I put on my oldest, biggest pair of panties and got back in bed.

“Aren’t you making breakfast?” Michael asked abruptly as he carefully placed his cufflinks.

He was doing surgical consultations today, so he wore a long-sleeved shirt and tie.

I closed my eyes and kept them closed.

My cunt ached.

Every morning I made us an acai bowl with granola, fresh berries, and a drizzle of honey.

I only worked part-time at the library, so we were always able to sit together and eat.

But I was quitting everything. If Michael wasn’t going to stop cheating on me, I was not going to do one thing for him he didn’t make me.

“No. I’m tired.”

I felt him looking at me, and I held my breath, forcing my body to relax. There was a taste of violence in the air, and Iwondered if he’d drag me from bed and downstairs to make his acai bowl.

But he didn’t.

“What are you planning to do today?” he asked instead.

“I work at 1 pm,” I said.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes.

Michael had squatted down to my level and was adjusting his tie, making sure it was exactly where it was supposed to be, his moves careful and controlled.

“And what are you planning to do before that?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Not a thing.”

He looked at me again, carefully, then he tipped up my face for a kiss. His fingers felt cold, but his lips were heated, burning up mine as he popped open my jaw and forced his tongue inside.

I could only submit to him, feeling an unpleasant squirmy sensation in my gut as his tongue tangled with mine, dominating me with his hard hands.

Then suddenly his palm was wrapped around my throat, his blue eyes burning in intensity.

“Kiss me back.”

My heart pounded, but I obeyed, moving my tongue as little as I dared as he pressed his hard lips on mine.

He groaned loudly at even this small contact, his fingers digging into my scalp as he dragged me upward.

“Fuck, I have to go.”