The A Little Bit Trilogy Bundle: A Little Bit Submissive; A Little Bit Rough; A Little Bit Controlling - A BDSM Erotica Romance by Bebe Wilde Page B

and nodded. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
    I could have punched him. Quite literally, I could have punched him. I don’t think he even knew how insensitive he was being. “Why not invite me to set?” I asked. “You’ve never once invited me on set! I’m your wife!”
    “I… I…. I asked you to come to London!”
    “London! That was two years ago!”
    “I asked you to come to Moscow for that spy thriller. I did! You can’t say I didn’t!”
    “You fucking asshole,” I said. “I can’t just up and leave my job for three months!”
    “Why?” he said, glaring at me. “Why not leave for three months? We can afford it. We can afford for you to quit, too, but you would never dream of that, would you? Your career is more important than your husband!”
    “Don’t you dare! ” I screeched, hating the sound of my voice, but knowing he was right to a certain extent. I did continue to work after we were married and I never saw myself as a stay-at-home wife. And he knew this. “Don’t you dare turn this around on me! You’re the one cheating on me!”
    “That’s just it,” he said. “I’m expected to just let you do whatever, so you can let me do whatever, Teagan . Am I supposed to do without while you chase some real estate deal?”
    My mouth dropped. There was no getting through to him. He really didn’t see it as anything wrong, what he was doing. Well, I’d show him. I’d turn it right back around on him. “What about me? What if I cheated on you?”
    “You don’t have it in you,” he said.
    “I do, too,” I said. “I can find someone to fuck just as easily as you. You told me yourself I was the best you ever had.”
    And then, in one quick instance, he was on me, grabbing me between the legs hard, his fingers digging in. “Let me tell you one thing, you belong to me. Don’t forget it.”
    I tried to push him away, shaking my head, wanting to cry. “Fuck you, Kier.”
    “No, fuck you,” he said, refusing to let me go, keeping his hand on me, as if staking his claim. “Don’t you ever forget that that belongs to me. ”
    “Fuck you,” I hissed, wanting to scratch his eyes out. He was bringing this violence out in me. It was new to me and I had been unaware that it was even in me. I was slightly scared of it, too. I was shaken by his actions but I stood my ground. He wouldn’t bully me around, that much he had to know. And we were over, through, finished.
    “Whatever,” he said.
    I stared into his eyes, not believing we were there, at that low point. We had been so good together and now we were this, this rotten mess. We’d had so many dreams, so many things to do together and now we had nothing. Before I could think, I said quietly, “I can’t believe this. I wanted to have your baby.”
    “You still can,” he replied, not skipping a beat.
    I was about to burst into tears, this was too much, too real. It was awful!
    “I’ll give it to you right now,” he said and moved away, but refused to take his eyes off me. “Say the word, Teagan . Make the commitment. Do it.” He paused as if awaiting my answer, then said, “But you can’t. There might be a listing you have to go grab.”
    So that’s what this was all about, wasn’t it? Me and my career, which he saw as being in competition with our relationship. How dare he use that against me? Him of all people who lived his life in front of the cameras and in the tabloids, whose career made it so we had no choice but to share our lives with millions of people. Fine. Whatever. I said, “I want you to leave. I want a divorce.”
    “Well, I don’t.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I don’t want a divorce,” he said. “And I am not leaving. We’re married. We got married for better or worse, you know that. You were there, too.”
    I was aghast, in shock. “Are you serious?”
    “I am,” he said and sat back down in the chair. “I am not getting a divorce.”
    I just stared at him.
    “If you try, I’ll make it hard on you.