Wild Fire

    "You never listen to me!" Amber shouted as she threw down her leather suitcase on the bed in their hotel suite in fury. "You never give me a chance to do so!" her husband, Michael, yelled. Seven whole years. Seven WHOLE years! Seven whole years with this woman! What happened? What did he do to piss her off? It was never like this in their first year of marriage. Mike and Amber could barely keep their hands off of each other. He made the girl of his dreams in the junior year of college. They clicked from the start. Mike spent the last year and the half of college flirting, kissing, cuddling, necking, and even sleeping with his then girlfriend, Amber Paige. It was only a matter of time before Michael popped the question to her at twenty-two. It was only natural that she accepted. They married in the summer in Kyoto, Japan. The newlyweds spend their honeymoon in Taipei, Taiwan. Now, here they were again. But this time, things were bitter.

    "Since when?!?" Amber snapped as she flung her expensive red strapless dress to the floor. Mike rushed to save it before it touched the dirty white carpet. "Hey!" he yelled. "I bought you this dress! Don't ruin it!" Amber's anger flared. "Why?!? Just to dress me up like a Barbie doll and parade me around to your executive pals like a show pony!" she snapped. Michael sighed hard. "She twists things out of proportion." he thought. The stressed man tried to back track to where things went wrong. The first two years of marriage were steamy. Mike couldn't go a single second without at least holding his wife's hand. Every night, Amber found rose petals on the floor and their bed. There were even rose petals in the bath. Mike even went the extra mile to bring red huge bouquets of roses at her work. By the third year, it was a little less romantic. But the flames hadn't died. Soon the storm set in. Fights took the place of roses. Anger swallowed passion. Bitterness chocked love. Mike was amazed that their marriage even lasted this long.

    "No," Michael began again. "I just want you to look just as beautiful as I married you." That didn't help either. Amber's anger rose even higher. "So you're saying I'm ugly?!?" she screamed. Mike looked up in surprise. "NO! I didn't say that! I just meant you can look better than now. You are beautiful to me!" he justified. In an attempt to save their marriage, the poor man went to seek advice from his mother. Out of love for her son and daughter-in-law, she suggested that they take a vacation to where they had their honeymoon. That seemed to be the perfect solution. If only that was true. The arguments just got worse than they were to begin with. On the trip to the airport, Mike and Amber just yelled at each other. On the plane, they sat in separate seats. When the couple reached Taiwan soil, the war raged on. Amber almost made a scene in the airport screaming at his husband for getting the wrong luggage at the pick up. Mike tried to clam his wife down but it proved unsuccessful. Finally, a security guard escorted the couple out. Even the taxi ride to the hotel was brutal. The whole trip had Mike taking more aspirin than ever. Maybe this trip was a bad idea. It was also a miracle that he was still alive.

    "So, I'm not pretty enough for you!!!" Amber hissed. Mike said nothing this time. He began to worry that his wife would disturb their neighbors. As he hung the dress up, Mike noticed something. Through the anger and vileness, Amber became hotter and hotter in each argument. Mike's head became clouded with lust and desire. He had almost forgotten how charming she was. Her wavy light brown hair curled so simply in his fingers. Her soft sweet deep hazel eyes. Her baby soft rose petal cheeks. Her chocolate-tasting thick lips. Her honey-sweet laugh. Her pleasing unpredictable nature to keep a man guessing. Her ripe buxom body. Anything on Amber clung to her in the right place properly. Most of Mike's friends envied him finding such a catch. Mike shut the closet and turned back to his wife. Amber was still glaring at him with her hands firmly on her hips. Her husband eyed her with eyes of a sensual nature. Oh, she was a sex goddess! The man was surprised to find himself aroused by this petty little argument. His face reddened at that odd fact. Amber was turning him on with her anger! The burning desire was too much for him to bare. It was eating at his sanity rapidly. It was only a matter of time. "One more word out of that bitch and I won't be held accountable for what I do next!" Mike thought in utter madness.

    The angry woman get impatient. She was a time bomb that could go off any second. "Well!!!" she snapped. "Aren't you going to say something to me, you selfish bastard?!?" Oh that did it! He couldn't take it anymore! Michael rushed forward, grabbed Amber by her small soft shoulders, and pushed her back onto the bed. Amber collapsed back with a soft thud. Mike climbed on top of his wife and held her down like a vicious animal. His wife was bewildered and furious. "MIKEY!!!!" she yelled as she struggled to get free. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?" Her husband lightly covered her mouth. "I love it when you talk like that, bitch!" he said hotly. Amber became quiet and lied still. Michael smiled wickedly. "My precious," he continued. "I don't want to fight anymore. I want things to go back to the way they were. The last thing I want is a divorce. So do you. And beside, it's a waste of energy to fight. We could be doing better things. Such as, lovemaking. So let's bury the bitterness tonight and let's fight a battle I want to fight!" Amber's eyes grew big with freight. This wasn't her husband! This was some wild man she didn't know in his body! She had never heard Mike talk like this. He seemed never ever seemed like the controlling type. Mike treated her like a princess even on the roughest nights. But, along with fear came... desire. She had always dreamed of this after the tiresome fights they had. But now. But now her wish was coming true.

    Amber lied there with her sexy college girl smile. "All right then master," she replied. "Do your worst!" Michael's excitement rose faster. He leaned into her small tender ear. "As you wish my slave." he whispered. Then she gave her ear one small slow lick. Amber trembled in delight.

Come Baby, Light My Fire