A Hustler's Wife (BOOK 3)

Chapter Three -- Say it Like You Mean it

Chapter Three -- Say it Like You Mean It

A warm hue of light shone in my face from the window of my bedroom. I turned my head, opening my eyes to see Ethic sitting up flipping channels. He smelled like Axe Shower Gel. I let out a yawn and stretched.

Ethic looked down at me. "Good morning, baby."

I smiled. "Morning."

I wish I could lay here with him all day, and I probably could if I didn't have to work. Well, chose to work. I quickly sat up.

"What time is it?"

Ethic reached over to the bedside table and checked his Rolex watch. "11:45"

I punched him in the arm before jumping up from the bed.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up!" I yelled at him while picking out a off-fit for work. I was suppose to be there at 10:30! Ethic hates that I chose working instead of being a stay at home mom and I know he did this on purpose.

When I found what I wanted to wear, I went in the bathroom connected to our room. Before I could turn the shower on, I heard Ethic yell, "I called and told them you was sick! You're not expected to be back until two weeks from now."

I deeply exhaled then counted to ten before I went back out there and rip Ethic's head off. I showered and came out with a white plush towel wrapped around me instead of me in my clothes. I felt Ethic's eyes on me as I walked past him to my walk in closet. A few moments later, I felt his hands on me instead of his eyes. I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

"You mad at me?" he asked while kissing my neck.

After all these years, that move always make me drop any anger for him. He's the only one that has that effect on me. I felt a chill come down my spine as I moved my neck from his lips.

"Move, Ethic," I said firmly.

"No."

He kissed me again and again, never in the same spot. I felt his manhood growing against my round butt.

"Stop", I said which sounded like 'Don't stop'.

He turned me around, making my towel drop to the floor. I reached in with my eyes closed to finish the kissing, but was met with nothing but air. I opened my eyes to see Ethic with a stupid smirk on his face.

"I thought you was mad at me."

I growled, snatching my towel up from the floor. I began wrapping my self up hard and quick, madder than I was before and slightly embarrassed. He's such a asshole!

I grabbed a random pair of jeans and a t-shirt and barged my way through Ethic. He followed me.

"I'm sorry, baby. Come on, don't be mad."

Too late for that.

"Kaila," he called out.

I slipped my shirt over my head, ignoring him.

He came over and stood on me. I mean, literally. He was standing on my feet.

"Move Ethic!" I yelled while trying to push him. He didn't bulge.

"Tell me you love me, first."

I rolled my eyes. "How old are you? Six?"

He didn't say a word and my feet were getting numb.

"Okay! Okay! I love you," I told him. "Now move!"

"Tell me, you're not mad at me," he said.

"So you want me to lie?"

He shrugged. "I can stand here all day."

I threw my head back and let out a cry. "I'm not mad at you."

He smirked. "Say it like you mean it."

"I'M NOT MAD AT YOU!"

Ethic chuckled before stepping off. I dropped to the floor and massaged my little feet that had his foot print on 'em.

He kissed my forehead before leaving the room. "Love you, babe."