Married to the Bad Boy

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I stepped backwards, putting some distance between myself and Sterling.

"Excuse me?" I asked. What the hell did he mean about packing a slutty dress, and what even makes a dress slutty? 

"Like low neck, high thigh split, lots of cleavage." he waved a hand. I sighed, I could not believe he was saying this but then I was also not surprised. He was Sterling after all.

"No." I made a turn to head back to the cabin, hoping he would go back to whatever he was doing, instead he decided to follow me.

"Of course you didn't pack one. You're such a prude."

I rolled my eyes, "I know what you are doing and it won't work on me. I am not going to wear something just because you call me prude. In fact, if I am a prude, I am quiet proud of it." his guilt trip wasn't going to work on me. Just because he calls me ugly, prude or uptight, I'm not going to try and prove him wrong. Sure, he can be of that opinion. 

Sterling groaned beside me as he fastened his pace to walk in front of me and face me, walking backwards. He was going to trip over something, or he was going to trip someone else over.

"Come on I know you have some. I saw you wear that white one with blue flowers to work."

"Are you calling my work outfits slutty?" I asked. I knew what dress he was talking about, I thought it was quite professional, the hem being all the way past my knees. Sure the neck might have shown a little bit of cleavage but not if I stood up straight and had good posture. 

Since when was he up that early to watch me leave for work anyway. 

"Sure." Sterling said, I could tell her was trying to purposefully irritate me, so I decided not to respond.

Sterling followed me whistling a tune and I was starting to get annoyed.

"What do you want?" I asked as we went down the corridor towards our room. I placed the keycard against the lock and opened the door, the room was cold. I must have forgotten to turn the air-conditioner off.

"You told me to get a job so here I am trying to earn some money and my wife won't support me."

"What are you talking about?" I asked irritated. Sterling walked towards the mini fridge grabbing a bottle of water out of it. Great I'll probably be paying for that.

"I need you, to be the distraction, while I play poker." Sterling shrugged like it was the most common thing in the world.

"Are you serious, you're pimping me out?"

"Sure if you want to call it that."He said as he took another long sip. "Just find something sexy to wear. Maybe even rock up in a bikini. Take it as a compliment that I'm saying you have the ability to get other people's attention with your assets"

"Yeah no thanks." I turned around heading to where the laptop was. 

"But what if there is a chance i can win enough money to pay for this entire cruise?"

That made me nearly consider it, but something about just strutting around for money didn't seem right, especially when I personally couldn't do it.

"Why don't you hire someone." I was sure someone on this ship would be very keen to pretend to be my husband's fake wife. Sterling was attractive and very charming, well to most, he could easily get someone who was more than willing to be pretend to be besotted to him. Actually probably really would be besotted.

Was I encouraging my husband to cheat?

Maybe - then again it might help me with finalising the divorce...