Chapter 16
Mark used to call me by name during the day.
But come nighttime, he always insisted that I call him “hubby.”
I refused.
So, he showed his displeasure in other ways.
Sometimes, Mark would be so forceful that I couldn’t manage a coherent sentence.
Other times, he was so gentle that it left me feeling achingly empty.
Each time, I ended up surrendering first, calling him “hubby” with a mix of reluctance and frustration.
His eyes would light up, and Mark would dive right back into making love with me with renewed vigor.
Ah, the nights sure were long.
