Chapter 2 Liam
Roxy was still gorgeous as sin. Just as delicious-looking as the day she left, which was what? Over two, three years ago. Three years since I last saw those perfect breasts in person, felt the silky heat of her shaved pussy.
I was allowed to have impure thoughts like that, because she was my wife.
For about a year now, I’d taken to wearing my wedding ring on my right hand. Before crossing the street to the diner, I moved it back to my left, hoping that she would notice.
She did. She didn’t seem happy about it.
“Here. I brought you leftover dinner rolls,” she said, glowering as she shoved a cardboard pastry box across the table. Then, she dropped her hands into her lap, putting them out of sight.
But she kept staring at the ring.
“In case you’re wondering,” I said, “this is still the same ring from our wedding. You’re still my one-and-only wife.”
Roxy straightened up, her expression brightening. “I’m actually glad you brought that up. I’m only planning to be in town for a little bit. I basically came here for one thing.”
“Me, I hope.”
She scowled and impatiently swept a loose strand of hair behind her ear. In the back of my head, I noted that she’d let it go back to its natural color: dark mahogany red. “Not exactly. I want a divorce.”
I felt the grin drop off my face. “Why in the hell would you say that?”
Roxy spread her hands imploringly on the table. “We married too young, Liam. And we haven’t lived as husband and wife for years. It’s just time.”
“What have you been up to? Is there some guy you’ve been seeing? Some boyfriend who doesn’t know you’re someone else’s woman?”
“Stop, Liam. It’s not like that.”
“Explain it to me then.”
“We both need to move on in life with a clean slate. This marriage is serving no one. I mean look at us. Things are getting toxic already.”
I stuck my finger down on the table. “When I said my vows, I didn’t know that giving up was an option. I didn’t know that running away was an option. What I did know was that I promised to devote my life to you.”
“Oh, go on, Liam,” Roxy said with a groan. “And in sickness and in health and what else?”
“Something called marriage counseling, perhaps? We could try it, at least.”
“Well, when you say it sarcastically like that,” Roxy began.
“I’m the sarcastic one?”
“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about—“
I banged my fist on the table, making the silverware clatter. Some of the other patrons glanced in our direction. Laughing nervously, I gave them an apologetic wave.
“Maybe divorce is the right call,” I admitted through my teeth.
Smiling apologetically, Roxy leaned forward, giving me a view down her top. My throat went dry. God, this was what she wore for work? I hope she didn’t bend down like this in front of her customers.
“Thank you. I knew you’d see things my way,” she said.
I felt the first surge of lust. There was always something about arguing with her. She led me around in circles, stoking and poking and prodding, until it got my blood boiling and my cock hard, just like it was right now.
I was rock hard under the table, still catching my breath from an argument with my wife. She kept herself defiantly out of my reach, showing off her curves. Her sexy body made anything look goddamn naughty, even her so-called waitress uniform.
She was still my wife. That was the thing. I deserved one last night with her. Enjoying her body. Making sure she’d never forget mine.
“I’ll give you your divorce, but you gotta do one thing for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Let me take you out for one last date. Dinner, drinks, sex.” I caught the flare of interest in her eyes and knew I had her then. “I can tell it’s been a while for you, too. I know how you get when you haven’t had a good fucking. You get all delirious, start walking into walls—“
“Jesus, Liam!” She gave a dismissive wave, looking both embarrassed and flustered as she glanced around us, making sure no one else overheard. “Fine. I’ll do it. Tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night is perfect.”
We shook on it and parted ways. Back in my truck, I scrambled for my phone and rushed to cancel my plans for tomorrow night. Fortunately, the plans were to help my sister shop for my niece’s upcoming birthday.
I could just order some things on Amazon instead. She’d understand.