Page 31 of Bad Husband

“You’re evil,” he said.

“Come on, this is a lot of fun.” She nudged his shoulder, and it was in that moment Chiara realized she hadn’t thought about anything that happened to separate them.

All week, they’d been flirting with each other. Even Heather would fan her face and tell her they were bringing the fire. They’d always been able to work, even in the early stages of their marriage, which had been a disaster. The worst wedding night, but he made it up to her.

Each night, Marco dropped her off at her trailer after they finished the nighttime walk and dog poop, and they shared a kiss. It was a kiss she came to enjoy. A kiss that made her lips tingle. It was crazy. She wanted to have a clean break, yet she was spending more time with him now than she did when she lived with him.

They worked together, and since his car ended up at the mechanic, they walked together as well. Talking about everything and nothing. She felt closer to him than ever.

Chiara glanced back at him, and she quickly averted her gaze, as she saw he was looking straight at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Looking at you,” he said.

“Why?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?”

She shook her head.

“Well, that husband of yours, he needs a boot up his ass, because letting you get away makes him the biggest asshole in the world.”

She wanted to say so much, but it was Marco’s time to get back on the karaoke, and she felt like crying. Everything had messed up for them. She felt a little sick.

And then Marco started to sing, and this didn’t feel like just any song. It was a song that had played at their wedding, about a man and woman who were made for each other. It played during their first dance, as there had been some kind of mess-up, and she looked across the dance floor, as he completely destroyed the lyrics, but the basis of the song was there.

She felt her heart race. So much emotion filled her body, and she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. She felt ready to burst. Once the song had finished, she climbed down, and there was no way she would be able to sing after that. She needed to compose herself.

Thankfully, there was someone else who was able to sing, and Chiara disappeared into the bathroom, which was empty. She gripped the edge of the sink and took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. This didn’t feel good. They had messed everything up.

“Chiara?” Marco asked, stepping into the bathroom.

“That song was played at our wedding,” she said.

“I know.”

She spun around to look at him.

“You’re that woman for me, Chiara,” he said.

“And you messed it up.”

“I know. I fucked everything up, and I am going to do everything in my power to make it up to you. I love you.”

“Don’t!”

She’d been afraid on her wedding day. He hadn’t given an inch. There had been no smile. Nothing to show he was human. He’d acted like a still rock, unmovable, and it had driven her crazy, because she needed some kind of connection. She needed something, and now he was finally giving it to her, and she wanted to end everything.

He came close to her, and she slapped his chest. Chiara didn’t want to hurt him, but she slapped his chest again, and again, and again, then she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulled him down close, and kissed him.

Marco ran his hands down her body, and she didn’t know how it happened, but they were in the far cubicle. The door was slammed shut, and he closed it and pressed her up against the corner.

The cubicles had to be bolted down by some special kind of screws, as they didn’t move. They didn’t even budge. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her body against his. Marco’s hands were everywhere, and even in the back of her mind, she told herself to stop, but the truth was, she didn’t want to. This felt so strong.

She ran her hands down the center of his chest and went straight for his pants. She grabbed the belt and tugged. Neither of them stopped as she loosened his pants, then slid her hand inside his pants, and she gripped the hard ridge of his erection. He filled her palm, and she worked his cock, sliding up and down the full length of him.

He let out a groan, gritted his teeth, and she moaned his name as his hand moved beneath her skirt. Marco cupped her pussy, rubbing against the slit of her cunt, pushing her panties between her slit, and then he nudged them out of the way and slid a single finger inside her. He added a second finger and began to stretch her out. He pressed his thumb to her clit and started to work her pussy, building her up, sending her right to the edge, but then he pulled out.