The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

The entire fucking night, Blue wouldn’t let me touch her.

Nope.

My wife had made her life mission to slowly torture me to death. I’d tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about all the things I could have done to her, but I’d brought this situation onto myself and it killed me not knowing how long she was going to torture me like this, might as well stab me with a knife.

I woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. I saw her chemise lying on the floor, and I instantly turned harder thinking of her and climbed out of bed. I decided to take my chances as I walked to the bathroom and tried the sliding doors but they wouldn’t budge. The glass was fogged up with the steam and her delicate nude form was partly visible.

I knocked on the glass door. “Blue...”

“Go away.”

“Baby, please let me inside.”

“I told you to leave.” She said adamantly.

What the hell?

I wasn’t really experienced a whole lot where marriage was concerned, but I’d seen my mom fight with dad at night and then when they woke up in the morning, it was almost like the fight even didn’t take place. Shouldn’t this situation be the same? Why was Blue holding it against me?

Right.

The baby.

My wife didn’t care about money, parties, heck, not even the diamonds. All she cared about was having a baby and I’d been a total douche-canoe and refused her the one thing she wanted the most.

What else could I do? She’d married a poor man, she knew that. She also knew how I had to study and work my ass off at the same time, and yet she couldn’t see the logic behind it. All that mattered was a baby.

“Blue,” I said softly.

The door didn’t open and I knew at that time that I wasn’t getting any pussy anytime soon. I was starting to feel sorry for my dick, literally.

I decided to give Blue some space, I knew she’d come around. I needed to sit her down and explain the situation again and pray that she understood. The chances of her understanding were nil. She was acting like a kid who had been denied their favorite candy, and throwing a tantrum was the only way she was going to get it.

We had the town mayor’s barbecue dinner tonight, it was casual night so I’d gone with a simple checkered shirt over jeans. Blue was wearing a lovely pink off-shoulder dress that made her look like an innocent angel. The dress complemented her creamy complexion. I watched her from the doorway as she tied her long hair in a pony-tail with a pink satin ribbon on it.

She caught me staring, blinked and then looked back into her reflection in the mirror.

This was our first fight as a married couple, and hopefully the last because truthfully it sucked.

“Blue, can we talk?” I asked.

“Can we have a baby?”

I blew out a breath. “I told you we can’t.”

“Then there’s nothing to talk about, Hunter.” She said in a flat response.

“Why is it so hard for you to understand? A baby is not a plaything or a toy. A baby comes with a lot of responsibilities, Blue.”

“I never said babies were playthings. We’re married. You told me that if we married, we could have a baby.”

“Is that why you married me? Just because you wanted a baby? Is that the only reason?”

“Of course it’s not. You’re aware why we got married.” She said and then her bottom lip trembled. “You killed my child.” She said quietly, trying to wipe her tears.

My mouth remained slack open. “What?”

“You gave me that pill yesterday and tried to kill my baby!”

I looked heavenward for the first time in months. “Blue, there’s no baby in there.”

liar!”

not lying. The pill prevents pregnancy, not kill babies.” I clarified again as I walked to her and placed both my hands on her shoulders. I leaned in and

her forehead and slowly down on her cheeks when I reached her lips, she struggled out

this up?” I asked coldly because I couldn’t keep

off her panties, and picked up her dress in her tiny fist, it bunched up near her waist. She lied down on the bed

“What are you doing?”

what you

I snarled through gritted teeth. “Yes, I want to have sex with you but not when you’re crying and sobbing like

mildly surprised as she sat upright. “I’m

“What did he say?”

I should let the husband

what your brother says. But we’re not going to do anything

the room and slammed the door

* * *

and his wife were warm and welcoming people. They made us feel like home

me walk in. James was only a year younger than me, and I remembered playing with him when we were kids. As a kid, he used to be a chubby big mouth who liked

all these years. I hoped he didn’t

a water fountain!” Blue called out loudly,

she became aware of the many people looking at us and realized that we weren’t yet back on talking terms. Her eyes held mine for

“Listen, Blue. People are going to ask you questions, if you don’t know the answer,

“Okay.” She agreed.

off-limits, do

“I do.”

“Alright, good girl.”

her away to introduce her to the other ladies of the town, leaving me all alone to

to go with it. The waiter poured me a generous amount of wine. I took a bite

“Enjoying the party?”

from the plate to stare into a familiar pair of soft brown eyes, “Viviana, nice to

trouble with a

black hair grazed her shoulders. Her eyes moved from the bottom to the top, “Same here.”

was the same age as my older brother Ryan, about three years older than

Summer vacations were fun.

Vi told me. “Cute as

“Thanks.”

from?” She joked and laughed as if that was the funniest line anyone ever

a jealous

the ladies laugh, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to get some birthday party gigs soon. We don’t have

you please

doing what?” She asked

funny because you’re not,” I said and walked away from there when all I wanted to do was put my hands

distance between me and Vi as I could, but she followed me like a very

I hissed at her,

upset you.” She made a

I thought maybe, just maybe she’d matured over the years. Turns out that wasn’t

have you been up to lately?” She asked, flipping her dark

of dad’s restaurant.” Which was almost the truth, she didn’t

me a nod. “Knew you weren’t the type with

fuck does

and waved her

mean on purpose. I decided to ignore it. It’s not like Vi was going to be my neighbor anyway. She liked to make herself feel superior by putting others down, and I knew if she was a man, my fists would have loved to connect with her

of this party? You

a look

“Hell no,” I said.

fun, especially when your wife is going to do

probably been two minutes, tops, that I’d taken my gaze off her, and now she was standing there by the tree talking to a tall, blond guy. And she was laughing. I watched