Entanglement

Chapter 5

The next morning there was a knock on the door. Misty knew exactly who it was and she looked at her father.

"Daddy, it's Brock..."

Sighing, Ian shook his head. "You can let him in...." He agreed reluctantly and she stood up from the table and walked to the door.

She opened it and his eyes locked with hers. "Misty..."

"Hey....you can come in. We can...go talk in the balcony outside my room if you want..." she said, closing the door behind him. Brock waved to Ian, who didn't wave back.

"He hates me," Brock said as they headed back to her room.

"Door open!" Ian yelled and Misty rolled her eyes.

"We're married! What does he think we do at home? Stare at each other all day?" Brock closed the door to her bedroom anyway.

"Brock, he's going to get mad," Misty said and felt him wrap his arms around her waist.

"You're my wife. And you're sexy. We should probably keep the door closed...." He grinned and kissed her neck.

"Brock..." she sighed spun around in his embrace to face him. "We need to talk. You know that..."

"I know, Honey. Listen, that's why I'm here..." he opened the balcony door and led her out on to it, overlooking the beach.

"I know you don't like me modeling...." Misty said, leaning her arms on the railing, her long red hair spilling down her back. He positioned himself beside her.

"Look, I don't mind that you're modeling. I mean, when we started dating it wasn't lost on me that you're extremely beautiful and that men are going to stare at you, notice you and...want you...." Brock said, looking over at her. "Misty you've had my heart since high school...."

"Then why can't you trust me ?" She asked, looking over at him.

"I trust you, I don't trust other men. I sure as hell don't trust that guy you were modeling with..."

Misty blushed and looked away. "Oh please Brock. He's not even remotely interested."

"We're not doing this again, Misty," Brock said, folding his arms across his chest. "The dude was practically jizzing in his pants over you! I saw him!"

"So what do you want me to do about it, Brock? Quit? Would that make you happy? Is that what you want?"

"You don't have to quit. But you need to tell Christina you want to switch partners. To someone who isn't attracted to you."

Misty rolled her eyes. "You're that insecure? I'm not going to ask to switch partners that I've been paired up with. This is a huge opportunity for me to get noticed by some big names. The fact I was even selected to model with any of BTS is a huge deal!"

"You don't need the opportunity, Misty! I told you! I got us! I bust my ass at the hospital to give us....and our future children, the kind of life we want!" Brock looked at her, and spun her around to face him.

She looked up at him. "You wouldn't have to work so hard if I have a career too. And I'm not as young as I used to be. Modeling won't be in my future for that much longer, so why can't you just let me enjoy it?"

"Because I'm not letting some other guy enjoy my wife!" He yelled.

"Well I'm not going to let you tell me what to do!" She argued back.

"Alright! Fine!" Brock slid open the glass door and back into her bedroom. "You want to be stubborn? Be stubborn! I'm done!"

"Done?" Misty followed him through the door. "What do you mean?"