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.”

a liar!”

not kill babies.” I clarified again as I walked to her and placed both my hands on her shoulders. I leaned in and kissed the top of her

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

are you going to keep this up?” I asked coldly because I couldn’t keep the frustration out

her tiny fist, it bunched up

“What are you doing?”

you want, don’t

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

looked mildly surprised as she sat upright. “I’m not

“What did he say?”

the husband

But we’re not going to do anything until you’re like

out of the room and slammed the door

* * *

warm and welcoming people. They made us feel like home as soon

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 to pick his nose often. Hannah hated his guts because he occasionally stuck gum in

after all these years.

fountain!” Blue called out loudly, pointing

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

hand before she could go flying like a free bird that she was. “Listen, Blue. People are going to ask you questions, if you don’t know the answer, just don’t say anything. Okay? And no talking about anything that happens in our

“Okay.” She agreed.

off-limits,

“I do.”

“Alright, good girl.”

to the

a variety of meat and some salad to go with it. The waiter poured

“Enjoying the party?”

pair of soft brown eyes, “Viviana, nice to

was trouble with

her skin. Her short black hair grazed her shoulders. Her eyes moved from the

my older brother Ryan, about three years older than me, but when we were kids,

Summer vacations were fun.

Vi told me. “Cute as

“Thanks.”

as if that was the funniest line anyone ever

a jealous

up. “Oh god, Hunt. I was kidding. But seriously, she’s making the ladies laugh, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to get

please stop

what?”

walked away from there when all I wanted to

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

hissed at her, taking

Hunt. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She made a pout

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

you been up to lately?”

she didn’t need to know that I worked

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

the fuck does

and waved

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

party? You know,

look that

“Hell no,” I said.

a little fun, especially when

to a tall, blond