Chapter Twenty Seven

I was tired and confused. My husband was being too insatiable and that wasn't the worst part. It was me. I had started losing my identity. Before I was sure what to expect and what not to from our marriage but the thin line between duty and desire was broken and now all I felt was regret. Not the sex part. It was great. I had never felt that amazing about my sexuality before Daniel started seeking my touches like a starved man. I had officially become a good trophy wife that the Rutherford's had invested their fortune on.

What troubled me from inside was my growing need to please my husband. It wasn't about the sex anymore. I needed more of his attention. I wanted him to hold me like he held me the other night. I wanted to feel his warmth in my bed every night. I wanted him to kiss me on my lips and take me to dinner dates. I wanted him to introduce me to his friends as his wife and come home to me after work. I wanted all of that and more.

My husband however was a riddle. Certainly,