Wellington 4: Dinner Party

I was getting a little stir-crazy being in the house all the time dealing with Thomas' lack of parenting skills, having to spend all of my free time playing with the boys. I hadn't worked out in a while since the boys were born, so I headed into their room that morning to check on them, hoping to take one of them with me to the gym. Hermes and Adonis were both sound asleep, but Perseus was awake, talking to himself in his crib. I knew I could count on Thomas to feed the boys and change them, so I dressed Perseus in a tee shirt and shorts so I could take him to the gym with me. I needed to find Thomas to let him know I was going to be leaving for a few hours, and found him in one of our many bathrooms, staring at himself in the mirror, being vain as ever.

"What's the matter, Thomas? Your face all wrinkly from being an asshole all the time?"

Thomas turned around quick as lightning, and glared at me.

"If you must know, Sierra, these children are stressing me out."

I laughed at Thomas because he didn't know the meaning of stress. Apparently, keeping his children alive was too much for him. What a dick.

"Excuse me? You do absolutely nothing remotely stressful with these children. Your children, I might add."

"They cry all the time, and I have a headache from it. Doesn't that count?!"

"Whatever, Thomas, you are no longer amusing. I came to talk to your sorry ass because I am taking Perseus to the gym with me. Can I count on you to feed your children while I'm gone?"

Thomas waved his hand dismissively at me and squinted at me with his stupid pink eyes. God, how I hated his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I don't want to be harassed by any social workers, I'll take care of them, but don't expect me to play with them."

The sight I saw when Perseus and I got home from the gym was revolting. I pulled the car in the driveway, took Perseus out of his car seat, and turned around to see Adonis sleeping on the sidewalk in front of our house. My blood boiled at the situation Adonis was in, and I guess I should have been grateful that Thomas always wanted the boys in their cribs. I don't know what changed his mind today because I knew for sure he hadn't spent time with Adonis. I turned on the porch light, and woke Adonis up, scooping him up in my arms. He grabbed onto my shoulder and the side of my face as I carried him and Perseus back inside the house.

"Adonis, are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah, Ma."

After putting the boys back in their room, Adonis in his crib and Perseus on the floor so he could play, I went to find Thomas to give him a piece of my mind. He was in his pajamas, which made me even angrier. How dare he go to sleep and leave our son on the front sidewalk like a piece of trash!

"Thomas, are you fucking insane?! I found Adonis by the front gate, sleeping! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Thomas looked at me blankly, and I didn't know how to react to his lack of emotion about what he had done to his own son.

"Oh, I guess I forgot. I took him out there because he told me he wanted to go outside."

"You forgot?! You fucking forgot?! Are you kidding me? You can't just leave a fucking baby outside, and forget about him!"

"Why are you so damn hormonal, Sierra? I thought that shit was supposed to calm down, you're not pregnant anymore!"

"Don't blame this on hormones. I am trying to be a good parent, which is more than I can say for you, you dumbass!"

Thomas' look turned from blank to cold in a manner of a few seconds. He took a step towards me, and pointed at me.

"You've changed, Sierra. You used to be somewhat fun, now all you can talk about is the stupid babies."

"Stupid babies?! They're our babies, and they're not stupid! Do you not even love them a little bit?"

"Whatever. At least you're still hot. For the sake of our societal status, I am glad those babies didn't completely wreck your body. Now shut up because I will not sit here and be lectured like a child."

Thomas walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I sat back against my bed, fuming because of his arrogance and cruelty towards me. What a manipulative, egotistical excuse for a man. If my damn trust fund hadn't been tied to Thomas, I would have left him a long time ago. I felt stuck with him now even more than ever, knowing there was no way in hell I was going to be able to take care of three children if I started from scratch with no money. I didn't have any discernible workforce skills, and I was convinced no one would hire me because of that. I knew I hated work anyway, that's what the help was for.

Later that week, Thomas hosted a dinner party at our house, and among others, he invited Madison van Watson, an insufferable blonde bimbo whom I had always despised. She was just another cheap floozy who thought she was god's gift to men. I knew for a fact I was hotter than she was by a long shot. I also knew that she used to struggle with her weight, being at least twenty pounds heavier than she is now, and that she had lots of trouble keeping it off. The little tramp had to work twice as hard as I did at the gym to keep herself in shape. I had seen her at the gym the other day when I was with Perseus, and I felt her giving me death glares behind my back while I was running on the treadmill.

I found her standing next to one of the appetizer platters, with her disgusting unnaturally dyed hair tied up so tight on her head I was surprised she didn't pass out from how wound up it was. Surely it was cutting off blood flow to her brain. Oh wait, what brain? She was wearing an unflattering navy blue dress that made her look fat with the way she was standing.

"Madison. Welcome to my house. Would you like a pastry?"

"Oh, thank you, Sierra. This is a lovely party. Oh my, these pastries are divine."

I giggled to myself, knowing Madison was an idiot, and she wouldn't be able to refuse a sweet morsel, so when I found out Thomas had invited Madison,  I ordered my chefs to create plates of sugar-filled h'ordeurves instead of the typical appetizers.

I was hoping Madison would stuff her face with the pastry, which she did, enjoying every last crumb. She might have caught on to what I was doing, from what she said after she was done eating.

"Sierra? I couldn't help but notice the other day, you getting into your car at the gym with your lovely little boy, Peter, is that his name? Anyway, I saw that your car is entirely inappropriate for a baby. Shouldn't you have a station wagon or something now that you have three little ones?"

I raised my hand up and touched the side of my neck, picturing myself backhanding Madison across the face for her snide comment. Station wagon?! I wouldn't be caught dead in a station wagon. That was the kind of car for middle class families, a class of course, which I didn't fall into.

"His name is Perseus, and no, I have a car seat for him that I know how to use. Enjoy the rest of the party, Maddy."

Madison glared at me because I addressed her as Maddy, which I knew she hated. After dinner, Thomas played a short piano number, which I admit was quite beautiful. Thomas was a nasty person, and as much as I hated him most days, even I could not deny his musical prowess. He was gifted, and if the boys were going to inherit anything about Thomas' personality, I hoped it was his musical talent.



After most of the guests had left, I was going upstairs to tend to the boys and get ready for bed when I heard some giggling and rustling on the second floor.

"Oh Thomas, not here, at least not while Sierra's home. It wouldn't be proper."

"Forget proper. You are delicious, Madison."

I peeked around the corner and saw Thomas pressed up against Madison back behind the staircase, with their tongues down each other's throats, probably where they thought I couldn't see. I knew Thomas wasn't a faithful man, and I wasn't surprised in the slightest. I laughed to myself at Madison's stupidity and how she talked of propriety when she was doing nothing of the sort. I couldn't help but wonder if that is what Thomas had been doing that day he left Adonis out on the front sidewalk, and if that's why he was in his pajamas when I confronted him.

Something I knew that I wanted, was to have a little fun on the side too. I thought about the day Thomas whined about the garden being atrocious, and made a mental note to hire a gardener, a hot muscular gardener...if Thomas could do it, so could I.

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Wellington 3: Adonis, Perseus... and Hermes

AUTHOR'S NOTE::  Mythological names won the poll! Apparently, Sierra's Fertility Treatment LTR worked a little too well... o.O she had triplets, and they are all boys. This should be exciting. LOL. Before we start the chapter, here's some baby stats in detail, plus pictures of them all.

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ADONIS Jeremiah Wellington

Baby #1 (Male)

Adonis is the Greek god of Fertility. The name also has connotations to "lord," and "masculine gorgeousness."
Personality Traits:: Evil, Eccentric
Favorites:: Roots Music, Spaghetti, Blue
Genetics:: Adonis inherited Sierra's hair color and eyes
First Word:: Baseball

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PERSEUS Isaiah Wellington

Baby #2 (Male)

Perseus is a Greek demigod who beheaded Medusa. He is a son of Zeus.
Personality Traits:: Hates the Outdoors, Insane
Favorites:: Latin Music, Vegetarian Lobster Thermador, Spice Brown
Genetics:: Perseus inherited Thomas' hair color, and Sierra's eye color
First Word:: Nachos

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HERMES Adrian Wellington

Baby #3 (Male)

Hermes is the Greek god of many things, including travel, writing, thievery, athletics. He is also known as the messenger god.
Personality Traits:: Light Sleeper, Easily Impressed
Favorites:: Soul Music, Hot Dogs, Lime
Genetics:: Hermes inherited Sierra's hair color. Hermes' eyes are a mix of Sierra's and Thomas.' They are a more intense shade of blue than Sierra's, which comes from the saturation in Thomas' eyes.
First Word:: Cloud

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An extra picture of all of them showcasing their personalities... XD

And now... on with the chapter... ~ LateKnightSimmer ~

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To say that Thomas didn't help me with the boys would be the understatement of the century. That isn't to say he completely ignored them, but he did the bare minimum when it came to them, and I mean that literally. I had thought he was happy with the news we were going to become parents, and he might have been, given his reaction wasn't one of disgust or anger, but he wasn't an involved parent. Thomas would feed the babies, and help me change diapers, but not after I had already been in their room for half an hour doing things myself. He also seemed to always want them in their cribs, even if they weren't tired. I'd gotten him his own baby monitor to put in the guest room, so I know he heard when they cried. When I asked him why he hadn't gotten there sooner, he'd make up some stupid excuse like he was hungry and had to eat first. Selfish bastard.

I felt like maybe I was a little hard on Thomas, because he did do way more than I expected he ever would, but at the same time, I guess I just had a little too much hope that he would change his ways. Thomas is a gifted musician, so a lot of times, piano or bass music will meander through the house, and I can't argue that it isn't pleasant, but Thomas is always using one of those damn instruments to ignore his children. He also bought a guitar the other day, so now there's one more thing he can use to distract himself. I suppose being able to count on him to at least make sure none of our children will die is all I can ask for of him. I knew he didn't expect us to be having three children at once, neither did I, and I feel like that's taking a large toll on him.

"WAAAAHH! Mommy!!!"

I rolled my eyes when I heard Hermes cry out for me yet again. He was constantly getting picked on by Adonis, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why his brother seemed to hate him so much. Adonis used to pick on Perseus too, but Perseus just flung it right back at him, standing up for himself much more than Hermes ever would. At this point, Adonis and Perseus were getting along, probably because Adonis respected Perseus somewhat for not taking his bullying. I went over and picked up Hermes, cradling him in my arms to get him to stop crying.

"What happened now, Hermes?"

"Adonis yelled in my ear! It hurts!"

"Adonis Jeremiah! Get your little butt over here!"

Adonis was a manipulative little guy as well. Any time he was in trouble, he would always come immediately when I called, and put on a sweet face, pretending he didn't do anything wrong. Today was no different. Adonis stood in front of me, smiling, with his hands properly placed in front of him, his left hand grabbing his right wrist.

"Yes, Ma?"

"Please apologize to Hermes for yelling at him."

"I didn't do that for no reason. Hermes tried to take my toy away."

Hermes squirmed in my arms, furiously shaking his head no, that Adonis was lying.

"Adonis?"

Adonis rolled his eyes after he'd been caught in his lie, and became smug. He changed his stance immediately, putting his hands into little fists and screaming.

"Ugh, FINE! Sorry, Hermes! You whiny little butthead!"

"ADONIS!"

My yelling did no good, as Adonis just ran away into the other room to play with a toy. I shook my head, and tousled Hermes' hair, hugging him again.

"It's ok, baby, I know you didn't take his toy. You didn't, right?"

"No, Mommy, no."

"All right, you think you'll be okay now?"

Hermes nodded, and I tossed him in the air, then put him down, letting the boys do as they pleased. I had bought a bunk bed for later when they grew up, but I used it as a refuge for myself as well, so I could sit in there and watch them. With all three of them running around, it was like I had to constantly be there unless they were sleeping, separated from each other so they couldn't bicker. It was a little annoying, but I had taken to reading a lot so I could still do something for myself despite having three kids arrive all at the same time. I felt like I was somewhat of a single parent since Thomas was for the most part, useless. I was grateful for my trust fund that my parents had let me have when I was eighteen, to do as I pleased, as long as I eventually married Thomas. I didn't really care that we were matched together, and I spent two years traveling around Europe before coming back and getting married to him.

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I had gotten a call from Madison van Watson, a blonde woman whom I was very attracted to. I was glad for it, because even though I had been on the second floor playing my guitar I just bought, I really wanted an excuse to get out of the house and away from all the crying. I loved my children, but I didn't expect three of them all at once, and it was overwhelming. I needed a little fun in my life. I certainly didn't want to fuck Sierra again. She was fine, still hot since she was obsessed with her body and she'd never let herself go, but she's not that exciting, plus she doesn't have any time anyway because of the boys.

I met Madison outside her apartment building, and she let me park my car in her garage to avoid suspicion, not that I thought Sierra would give a shit, since she knew I cheated on her regularly. Madison's warm breath on my cheek was so hot, and I was getting very aroused. I slipped my hand under her very short mini skirt, enjoying the feel of her sensitive skin on my hand, loving that she was wearing a thong.

"Oh, Thomas."

Madison moaned my name in my ear, and I knew it was time for us to move our tryst inside. She kissed me roughly and massaged my scalp with her hand. I loved the feel of her fingernails against my head, it was so sexy. Something else I liked about seeing Madison is that she didn't expect anything out of what we had. She was satisfied with just being physical with me. I loved just using her as a release for when I was frustrated because she was always willing. I didn't know much about her, I didn't even know if she had a boyfriend or a husband, and frankly, I didn't really care.

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Wellington 2: Surprises

I woke up in the middle of the night around 4:59am, feeling like shit. My stomach hurt, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I thought back to that night three weeks ago, when I'd had sex with Thomas. I wasn't stupid, and I knew that this kind of shit happened when a woman was pregnant. I'd never been pregnant before, as Thomas and I had not spoken about children when we got married. We were just content living our lavish lifestyle and not giving a fuck about anything except the things we could afford. I had always thought those women who used a baby as a last ditch attempt to save their marriage were stupid, but a little voice in the back of my head did wonder if that worked at all. I knew Thomas wasn't thinking of leaving me because in his head, we probably had the perfect marriage. He could cheat out in the open and he could always come home to me because I didn't care about his extramarital affairs. I never really thought about leaving him either because of the same reason.

I checked my teeth in the mirror, making a mental note that I'd need to pick up some whitening trays for them if I was going to be barfing for the next couple of months. I couldn't let myself go even if I was pregnant. I loved looking at myself in the mirror, and I knew I would hate doing it if I gained more weight than I needed to during my pregnancy. My thoughts drifted off again to Thomas, and what his reaction would be if I told him the news. Would he help me raise the child? Would he just scoff at me and not give a shit? Sadly, I had a feeling the latter was going to be the reality. I was knocked out of my thoughts by Thomas, who surprisingly wanted to hang out with me. Little did I know though, he just wanted a massage. Prick. Thomas and I went upstairs to the pool room, where he laid down on the massage table. I calmly applied some massage oil on my palms, rubbing them together. Then I punched Thomas once in the middle of his back.

"OW! Bitch! What kind of a massage is this?!"

"That's for ripping my nightgown off!"

"You're still mad about that? Stupid woman, holding grudges over a piece of clothing. We're rich, remember, you can just get yourself another one, which you clearly have already."

I elbowed Thomas and the look on his face was priceless.

After torturing him a little bit, I began his actual massage. He did have some knots in his shoulders and the middle of his back, probably from being such a dick all the time. I was enjoying the feeling of his muscles under my hand, as well as the sight of his shirtless torso. In a very large way, I had been taking my anger out on him during the beginning of this, not only because of the night we spent together, but also because I was hiding my fear of telling him I thought I might be pregnant under the guise of fury. Luckily for him, he didn't know any better, as he just thought I was angry, and not in the least bit scared.

Over the next few days, I got confirmation of my 'condition,' when my normal clothing started feeling like it had shrunk. I supposed I should suck it up and tell Thomas about it, despite my reservations. I was unaware if Thomas would even notice that I was pregnant if I didn't tell him. I thought he might, considering he liked to make fun of me if I wasn't in perfect shape, not that I had ever given him the chance to see me in such a state, considering I liked to look good. Surprisingly, Thomas was in our master bedroom, which I found odd, and a little comforting as well. I started feeling more confident that Thomas might be okay with having a baby with me. I stopped him on his way out of the bedroom, and prayed to the heavens that he wouldn't be too mean when he heard the news.

"Thomas, I have something to tell you."

"What in god's name are you wearing, Sierra?"

"Shut up, Thomas, I'm pregnant. This is the only thing that fits."

To my utmost shock, Thomas' eyes lit up in a way I had never seen them light up before. Perhaps he did like children, perhaps he wasn't incredibly repulsed by the fact that I was still his wife, no matter how unhappy we were in our marriage. He even smiled at me. I was very confused, but somewhat excited as well.

"You're pregnant? We haven't ever really talked about children, but that's great. I don't know, maybe that's what's wrong with our marriage. Maybe we should have talked about it."

"What's that supposed to mean? You need someone else to be here? I'm not enough for you?"

"No... I don't know what I meant. I mean, you have to admit our marriage is pretty terrible. We spend no time together, and the time that we do spend together is just... maybe we were stuck in a rut and we didn't know how to change it. Maybe this is going to be enough of a change to pull us out."

"I guess... I never thought you loved me. We were naive when we got married, like I know that we were expected to get together, in not so many words, but did you love me when we did, or did you just marry me out of obligation?"

The surprises just kept on flowing today. Thomas put his arms around me like a real husband, splaying his fingers out on my lower back, and pulling me close to his body, not at all repelled by my lack of a figure. He looked down, closing his eyes as if he was ashamed about his answer to my question. I put my forehead close to his and put one arm around his neck, playing with his hair with my other hand. I savored this moment as long as I could because I didn't know how long it would last. Right now his actions were telling me he did love me, but he acted so much like he didn't all the time that I had forgotten.

"Sierra, I came into the bedroom that night because I missed you. When you hit me, I got pissed at you because all I wanted to do was have sex with you. I know I've been a shitty husband for the better part of our marriage, but I do have feelings for you. I didn't marry you out of obligation, I just lost my way from you somehow. Do you love me?"

I didn't know how to answer him at that moment. I didn't want to spoil the mood, but I had felt so dead inside as far as love went lately that I honestly didn't know if I loved him, or if I ever did. I must have felt something for him, enough to marry him, and I knew that I did miss him when he was away, usually after a few days of getting over being upset about him cheating on me. I'd just long for him to treat me like I was important. Then he'd act like an asshole again, and I'd forget the love, or possibly bury it deep in my soul.

"Yes, Thomas, I do, all I want is for you to treat me like I'm your wife. I mean, I've slept with other people too, but I only started after the first time you strayed. I don't know why you do it, but it's made me build a wall up when it comes to you most days, and that's why I'm so distant from you."

"Maybe this baby can be our new start. What do you say?"

"I'm just so happy you didn't make a face at me and walk out of the room. I was scared of that."

"I'm sorry, Sierra."

"Me too. Would you like to sleep in our master bedroom tonight?"

"I'd like that very much."

We went our separate ways for the remainder of the day. When night fell, I got ready for bed, and Thomas still hadn't shown up. I was starting to get upset, not understanding why he went out of his way to be so kind to me if he was just playing me. It's not like he had to manipulate me, considering we insulted each other regularly, and were both seemingly fine with it. I didn't know if it was my overactive hormones, or if I really wanted him to be true to his word. Why was my marriage so confusing?

When I had almost given up, the door opened and Thomas walked in wearing his pajamas. He had come. I smiled at him for the first time in forever, and that night, Thomas and I slept in the same bed together, our bed, snuggled in each other's arms, like a real husband and wife.

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Wellington 1: Thomas, the Asshole

Mild Nudity, FYI

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The sounds of the water rushing through the jets of my hot tub were incredibly relaxing. More water poured down the makeshift waterfall that was the side of the Jacuzzi which was made of a giant rock that towered over me, complete with a fake palm tree. I pictured myself in a place that was entirely tropical, where I could lay on the beach all day, have hot tanned men rub suntan lotion on me while fanning me, bringing me bottomless margaritas, and feeding me grapes. Instead, I live in Sunset Valley, Minnesota, which is probably the most boring and uneventful town in the universe.

Laying my head back against the side of the faux rocks that made up the rim of the tub, I think about what I want to do for the rest of the day. I look over at the sauna set I have on the other side of the pool room, happy that I can afford such luxurious things. I live in this mansion with my husband, Thomas Wellington. He's kind of an asshole most of the time, but it's nothing I can't put up with. Truth be told, I don't really care that much. We've been growing apart for a while now, and when I think about it more, I don't know if we ever loved each other for real. We were both from privileged families, so it was expected that we would marry within our social status. Neither of us minded the way things were, even though we constantly bored each other most times when we tried to converse. We usually hang out in different parts of the house. Right now, I don't know where Thomas is, and I don't particularly give a shit.

When the tips of my fingers start to look like raisins, I pry myself out of the hot tub and shut it off, toweling off and deciding I need to work on my figure. I enjoy my hourglass shape, and I work out at least four times a week. It's important to me that I look perfect all the time. As I walk out of the pool room, I see a figure in a green sweater sitting in the small reading nook tucked into a little crevice of our mansion. It's Thomas, reading a book. I snicker at his choice of seating location because it's one of the smallest rooms in our mansion and I equate the size of the room to the size of what's in his pants, or lack thereof, I should say. I do think Thomas is somewhat attractive, but I've had better, and someone like me deserves someone way hotter than Thomas, who's just a typical pretentious average looking guy who thinks he's so intelligent. I have no doubts that once we do meet up again, he's going to shove knowledge down my throat like he always does to make him feel better about himself.

I continue ignoring Thomas, not caring to acknowledge him in the slightest. I head downstairs to the open concept gym that we have on the first floor. My equipment of choice today is the treadmill. I picked the one with the most settings, just so I have them all for my use, should I ever need them. During my workout, I see Thomas through the window, standing in the garden, or what's left of the garden, cursing and having a fit. I realize it looks like he's just standing there, but I know him well enough to know he doesn't give two shits about doing the gardening himself. He just goes out there to bitch about how bad of a job the gardeners do. He's fired countless staff members because he thinks they're incompetent, but it's mainly because he's impatient, and not very tolerant. If the gardener doesn't keep on top of the care of the plants, Thomas gets mad and fires them. When he does go out in  the garden, he usually curses under his breath, and then comes storming in about how shitty the garden is and how we need to make our curb appeal look better, even though we have no intentions of selling this house at all.

Working out made me hungry, so I prepared some dinner. What? Just because I have a personal chef come in sometimes, it doesn't mean I don't know how to cook. Thomas must have smelled the food so he came in and joined me. Too bad I wasn't quite done with my meal, so that I was forced to talk to him.

"Really, Sierra? Macaroni and cheese? I didn't even know we had such crap in our house."

"You grabbed a bowl. What does that say about you?"

Thomas glared at me, and picked up his spoon as a silent way of changing the subject.

"Jesus, Sierra, that's so unladylike, you could have waited for me to sit down before wolfing down your food like a farm animal. You're going to have to live on the treadmill if you keep at it."

"Waiting for you is like waiting for paint to dry. If I had waited for you, the macaroni would have spoiled already."

"Did you know the gardener fucked up the garden again? There's one tomato plant that's survived, the rest of it is an atrocity."

"If you know so much about gardening, why don't you just become the gardener?"

Thomas was silent as he finally started to eat his dinner. He wasn't silent for long of course, as I suspected, he started blabbing gibberish about the book he had been reading when I saw him sitting in the library nook earlier today.

"I do not garden because that is what a gardener is for. I just wish we had a good gardener. We have the money for it, clearly. Anyway, I was reading The Player's Journey, and it's very good, it's about a man who has many mistresses, and how he-"

"Oh, so it's a book written about your life."

"Shut up, Sierra. You know nothing about my life, it's not like you ever talk to me."

"I'm talking to you now, and I could say the same for you. When's the last time we had an actual conversation, rather than just hurl insults over dinner?"

When Thomas didn't answer me, I got up from the table and pushed my chair in, going to clear my plate. I needed a shower after my treadmill workout, and I certainly wasn't about to sit here any longer with Thomas.

"You're going to take my eye candy away from me so soon?"

I ignored Thomas' sarcastic remark and headed towards the bathroom, even though I was secretly flattered that he still thought I was eye candy.

Once inside, I let the bath water warm up while I got myself ready. It wasn't until I sat down that I felt the weight of the day lift off my shoulders. I thought about what Thomas had said, how I didn't talk to him anymore, and I guessed that was somewhat true. We had grown apart, and I knew that, I think both of us knew that, but it was only now that I wondered if Thomas cared or was hurt by it in any way. We hadn't slept with each other in a while, both of us finding ways to satisfy ourselves that didn't include the other. When I was done with my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed upstairs to the bedroom. I was exhausted. I opened the door to an empty bed, as usual. Thomas usually opted to sleep in the guest room rather than our master bedroom. I enjoyed it for the most part since I had the whole thing to myself. I slipped a nightgown on and laid down on the 1,800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. I loved how the bed felt, even if I wasn't using it for inappropriate activities.

I had been asleep for probably about thirty minutes when I heard the bedroom door open and some shuffling around that sounded like bare feet on carpet.

"Sierra, are you still awake?"

I heard Thomas' annoying voice, wondering why the hell he was here. He always had some other woman to fulfill his sexual desires, but I couldn't think of any other reason for him to step foot in our bedroom again after so long.

"Yeah, why?"

"Want to fuck?"

I sat up, knowing that I wasn't going to decline his offer, but wanting him to work for it after all the times he'd so purposefully chose not to have sex with me.

"Maybe."

Thomas rolled his stupid pink eyes at me, placing one hand on his hip and the other on the side of his neck. I let my eyes wander down his body. He did have a nice body, now if only his face was more exciting.

"Look, Sierra, I don't have time for your bullshit. You want to do this or not?"

I got up off the bed, and slapped him. He glared at me, which turned me on a little bit. He looked so uninteresting, but when he was angry, he was actually more attractive. I gripped the back of his hair and planted my lips onto his, shoving my tongue roughly into his mouth. He kissed me back just as hard, and put his hand under my nightgown, pushing two of his fingers inside me. I moved my hips on him, and as much as I hated him, I missed him touching me, and showing me any affection whatsoever. No matter how much of an asshole he was, he was still my husband. Thomas moved his kisses down to my neck, slamming my hands against the wall, roughly, but not in a mean way.

I was in the middle of feeling really good from what Thomas' fingers were doing to me when he suddenly withdrew them and ripped off my nightgown, throwing it on the floor.

"Asshole, that was expensive!"

"Shut up, you have like a million other nightgowns."

I can't deny that what he said wasn't true. After telling me to shut up, Thomas pulled his pants down and lifted my left leg up so he could get easier access to me. I looked down and was surprised to see how excited he was. I guess he wasn't lying when he said I was his eye candy. I grabbed fistfuls of the hair on top of his head and continued to kiss him as he began to thrust into me powerfully, his other hand massaging my hip and eventually my butt. He pressed me against him, pushing himself in even further.

I had forgotten how good he did feel during the times we managed to put aside our hate for each other and come together as husband and wife. After we both climaxed, I expected nothing less from him when he pulled out of me, picked up his pants and walked out of the room. Asshole.

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