in a relationship was a man putting his hands on me.
“No, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He grabbed a shirt from the dresser and yanked it over his head.
“Is that the shit they taught you in Iraq? ’Cause if it is, then you need to take that shit right back where you got it from.
Merlin started at me as if this was the first time that he’d ever laid eyes on me. The look sent a chill up my spine. And, for a moment, I didn’t even recognize my own husband.
“One hour ago we were making love and now you want to hit me?” I rubbed my jaw for emphasis and winced in pain. My entire body hurt, but my physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish I was going through. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that Merlin would put his hands on me.
“I’ve only been home ten minutes.”
What the hell did he just say? “Huh?” Obviously, I was the one suffering from delusions. There was no way he could’ve said what I thought he said.
“I said, I’ve only been home for ten minutes. Who the hell were you fucking an hour ago?” His chest swelled before my eyes as fear replaced the anger in my heart.
Something was very wrong with this picture, and I was having a difficult time trying to figure out what it was. “I, uh . . . I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. He took a step toward me and I backed up farther into the corner.
I needed a moment to think. One of us had obviously lost his mind, and I was quite sure it wasn’t me. “This isn’t funny, Merlin.”
“Do I look like I’m laughing to you?” His nostrils were flaring again and his hands were balled up in tight fists.
I looked around for a weapon. There was no way I was going to allow him to hit me again. Frantically, my eyes searched my corner of the room. The closest thing to a weapon I could find was a pair of high-heeled shoes. I inched my way closer to the closet as he took a step closer.
“I’m waiting.” He beat his fists against his thighs as his eyes narrowed. Gone were the lust and longing I had seen in his eyes when he was beating the breaks off my pussy.
“Merlin, stop. Something is wrong.”
“Ha, ain’t that the understatement of the year. I come home after getting my ass kicked for six months to find my wife acting like a fucking tramp!”
“Merlin, please.” Tears began to flow down my face. I felt like I’d stepped onto the set of some horrible movie, and I wanted to wake the fuck up.
“Please, my ass. I ought to kill your trifling ass. Who was it?”
I dove for the closet, but he swooped me up before I could hit the floor. I’d never been so afraid in my entire life. My body trembled uncontrollably as his fingers tightened around my arms. He lifted me over his head as I screamed.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?”
My head jerked toward the door at a man who looked like the spitting image of my husband. Merlin paused as his fingers dug into my skin.
“Gavin?” Merlin asked, stunned to be looking at his brother.
I felt the floor rush up to greet me as Merlin dropped me like a useless dumbbell he had tired of.
“Yeah, man, what’s up with you?” The stranger took a step into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“How did you get in here?”
I sat up, wincing in pain.
“You’re still leaving the key under the mat just like you did when we were kids.”
“Merlin, who is this man?” I was reaching for my towel to cover my nakedness. I knew it was a stupid question even before it had left my lips, but rational thinking wasn’t something I was capable of at the moment. Both men stared at me like I’d just stepped off the short yellow bus.
Merlin’s shoulders slumped. “Man, please tell me you didn’t just fuck my wife.” The fire had gone out of Merlin’s body as my eyes bucked at the implication of his words.
“Wife? When the fuck did you get married?” The stranger laughed, as if he had told a joke.
“Aw, man . . . shit.” Merlin’s face was pinched, and
“No, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He grabbed a shirt from the dresser and yanked it over his head.
“Is that the shit they taught you in Iraq? ’Cause if it is, then you need to take that shit right back where you got it from.
Merlin started at me as if this was the first time that he’d ever laid eyes on me. The look sent a chill up my spine. And, for a moment, I didn’t even recognize my own husband.
“One hour ago we were making love and now you want to hit me?” I rubbed my jaw for emphasis and winced in pain. My entire body hurt, but my physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish I was going through. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that Merlin would put his hands on me.
“I’ve only been home ten minutes.”
What the hell did he just say? “Huh?” Obviously, I was the one suffering from delusions. There was no way he could’ve said what I thought he said.
“I said, I’ve only been home for ten minutes. Who the hell were you fucking an hour ago?” His chest swelled before my eyes as fear replaced the anger in my heart.
Something was very wrong with this picture, and I was having a difficult time trying to figure out what it was. “I, uh . . . I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. He took a step toward me and I backed up farther into the corner.
I needed a moment to think. One of us had obviously lost his mind, and I was quite sure it wasn’t me. “This isn’t funny, Merlin.”
“Do I look like I’m laughing to you?” His nostrils were flaring again and his hands were balled up in tight fists.
I looked around for a weapon. There was no way I was going to allow him to hit me again. Frantically, my eyes searched my corner of the room. The closest thing to a weapon I could find was a pair of high-heeled shoes. I inched my way closer to the closet as he took a step closer.
“I’m waiting.” He beat his fists against his thighs as his eyes narrowed. Gone were the lust and longing I had seen in his eyes when he was beating the breaks off my pussy.
“Merlin, stop. Something is wrong.”
“Ha, ain’t that the understatement of the year. I come home after getting my ass kicked for six months to find my wife acting like a fucking tramp!”
“Merlin, please.” Tears began to flow down my face. I felt like I’d stepped onto the set of some horrible movie, and I wanted to wake the fuck up.
“Please, my ass. I ought to kill your trifling ass. Who was it?”
I dove for the closet, but he swooped me up before I could hit the floor. I’d never been so afraid in my entire life. My body trembled uncontrollably as his fingers tightened around my arms. He lifted me over his head as I screamed.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?”
My head jerked toward the door at a man who looked like the spitting image of my husband. Merlin paused as his fingers dug into my skin.
“Gavin?” Merlin asked, stunned to be looking at his brother.
I felt the floor rush up to greet me as Merlin dropped me like a useless dumbbell he had tired of.
“Yeah, man, what’s up with you?” The stranger took a step into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“How did you get in here?”
I sat up, wincing in pain.
“You’re still leaving the key under the mat just like you did when we were kids.”
“Merlin, who is this man?” I was reaching for my towel to cover my nakedness. I knew it was a stupid question even before it had left my lips, but rational thinking wasn’t something I was capable of at the moment. Both men stared at me like I’d just stepped off the short yellow bus.
Merlin’s shoulders slumped. “Man, please tell me you didn’t just fuck my wife.” The fire had gone out of Merlin’s body as my eyes bucked at the implication of his words.
“Wife? When the fuck did you get married?” The stranger laughed, as if he had told a joke.
“Aw, man . . . shit.” Merlin’s face was pinched, and
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