Author: UtsSmutQueen

Rated: NC-17 Explicit sexual scenes, language

Disclaimer: Damn it, I can dream I own him, but Glen owns himself, and the WWF owns Kane

Summary: Just some smut I couldn’t get outta my mind, so I wrote it out. Gotta love it when that happens…

"Hon?" her voice was soft, low.

"Hmm?" Not really an answer. He was still asleep, automatically responding t her voice.

"Hon, are you half-awake?" Angelina ran her hand over her husband’s thigh, smiling a little when he jumped. He was so damn ticklish sometimes.

"What?" Little more than a mumble. Angelina propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at him. It was dark in their bedroom, but there was just enough light from the window for her to see that Nick’s eyes were closed. Her husband was stretched out on his back, an arm thrown over his head.

Instead of answering, she let her fingers move up his thigh until she was touching the front of his boxers. She frowned a little, remembering when they’d first gotten married, he’d come to bed in nothing at all. Now, in summer, he slept in boxers and a T-shirt. In the winter, he opted for full pajamas.

He barely stirred as she traced the outline of his cock through the material. "What time is it?" He murmured.

Another frown from Angelina. "After midnight. Do you want me to leave you alone?" She gave his still flaccid cock a little squeeze for emphasis.

"Lina, I have to get up at six," he huffed out.

"It’s a Saturday night, Nick," she said softly.

"Got to go to Dad’s in the morning," was all he said. He took her hand and pushed it away. Angelina looked down at him, incredulous. After almost ten years of marriage, apparently the fire had gone out of her husband.

Sighing, she rolled off the bed and grabbed her robe. "You could try sleeping, you know," Nick’s sleepy voice came from the dark.

"I’m not tired," the seductive tone was gone, replaced with a resigned note.

"Why didn’t you say you wanted to mess around earlier, Lina?" Nick complained. She heard him shift into a more comfortable position.

"I didn’t realize I had to have an appointment," she said crossly. She was answered with a soft snore. He hadn’t even had the decency to listen to her for ten more seconds.

Leaving the bedroom, she softly closed the door behind her, fighting against the urge to slam it. She didn’t know why she even wanted to screw Nick; sex with her husband had been going downhill for a long time. She’d have just been disappointed when he finished in two minutes and rolled over to go to sleep anyway.

She went to the living room and grabbed the remote, flopping onto the couch. Flipping through the channels, she didn’t see anything that caught her attention. There was a time, not long ago, when she and Nick would have stayed up half the night, going to clubs and dancing.

Now all he worried about was getting up early to help his father run his business. Plus working his regular job. And when he wasn’t working, he was going out with the guys, going camping, fishing, playing cards. She hadn’t said anything about it though. He’d always managed to squeeze her in.

Clicking off the television, she mentally calculated. They had not made love in…over six months. The number boggled her mind. It had been around Valentine’s day, of that she was sure. And now it was almost August.

She didn’t want to sit in the house all night. She’d done practically nothing all day, sleeping in late, playing on her computer, making phone calls. Angelina worked during the week and didn’t like to spend her weekends bringing that work home. She’d taken a well deserved lazy doy, and now she was too rested to just go to sleep.

Making a decision, she got up and went into their spare room. They had planned on having a child, but at some point both had given up on the idea. It just didn’t seem to be in the cards for them. Nick had turned the room into a dressing room; it had its own bathroom, and the walls were lined with closets and mirrors.

Looking through one of the closets, Angelina realized that half the clothes she owned had never been worn. Lots of skirts and dresses, party clothes…she and Nick had no need for them. They never went out anywhere. She picked out a black leather skirt, then a red silk skintight T-shirt. She dressed slowly, trying not to make any noise. She didn’t want to wake up Nick, who would throw a fit if he saw she was going out.

She grabbed her black boots from the closet, smiling a little. They were leather, and went up to her knees. She hadn’t worn them in ages; these days she stuck with tennis shoes or slip-ons. Finished, she sat at the dressing table and pulled a brush through her long dark hair. She braided it quickly then pinned it up out of the way. Angelina added a touch of makeup to her face. She generally didn’t wear makeup, but the urge struck her to do so now.

Satisfied she looked fairly good, she went to the living room and grabbed her purse. She scribbled a note for Nick in case he should wake up in the middle of the night, then quietly went out the door.

Joker’s was a bar on the outskirts of town. Closer to a dive than a bar, most people who patronized it were bikers and truckers. Occasionally, college students would jam the place, but it was summer break and they were long gone. This late on a Saturday night, she was sure to see some interesting people there.

The lot was packed to the max, but Angelina found a spot and parked. She got out of the car and straightened her skirt before walking toward the entrance. As usual, there was a line waiting to get inside, but the bouncer checking ID’s at the door must have liked what he saw. He waved her forward and let her go in ahead of the crowd.

Angelina stood in the doorway for a moment, looking over the crowd. They were elbow to elbow on the dance floor, vying for space as the house band blasted out rock songs from a makeshift stage in the corner. It was standing room only; every table and barstool had someone sitting. Smiling a little, she began making her way to the bar to order a drink.

She pushed in between two large men, and got the bartender’s attention. He came up to her with a grin on his face, trying to get a peak down the V-neck of her shirt. "What can I do ya for, babe?"

"I’ll start off with a Jack and coke. But it’ll take more than that if you wanna do me," Angelina said with a smile. The bartender raised an eyebrow and laughed, then poured her drink. She paid him then sipped her drink and turned to survey the crowd again. The room was dark and smoke-filled; she didn’t spot anyone that she might know.

Her eyes settled on a table in the corner nearest her. There was a man sitting there, alone, sipping a drink that resembled her own. Although it was hard to judge since he was sitting, he seemed to be huge…broad shoulders, wide chest, massive arms, all encased in a form fitting black T-shirt. His hair was long and dark, tied back from his face.

He seemed to sense her perusal and looked up at her, meeting her gaze squarely. A half smile quirked his lips, and he lifted his glass and tipped it at her. Smiling, Angelina did the same, taking a long drink. Licking her lips, she moved toward his table.

"Hi, mind if I sit? The place is packed tonight," she had to shout to be heard over the rambunctious band which was slamming its way through a fast rock number.

"Be my guest," the man slid the chair next to him out, motioning at it. Angelina sat down, placing her drink on the table along with his.

This close, he was a lot bigger than she had thought. Even sitting down, she felt dwarfed by him. It wasn’t any wonder that people were giving him such a wide berth. She noticed they were also staring at him.

She stared too. He was good-looking, there was no denying it. Beautiful eyes, lickable lips, a soft shadow of a beard on his chin. She felt a tingle deep inside her as his tongue ran out to wet his lips, as if he’d just read her thoughts.

"Is it always like this?" He said, leaning closer so he wouldn’t have to scream. His voice was deep, rough. Completely sexual. She had to stop thinking that way. Just because she hadn’t had any for a while…

"Not really," she forced herself to answer before he started to think she was a lunatic. "Must be the band or something."

He nodded, leaning in a little closer. "I’m Glen," his mouth was practically next to her ear. His breath sent a shiver down her back.

"Angelina," she said back at him, resisting the insane urge to run her tongue over his perfectly shaped earlobe.

He leaned back a little and smiled at her, then motioned at a waitress for two more drinks. "What’s your pleasure?"

"Whatever you’re having," Angelina smiled and finished off her Jack and Coke. Her pleasure would be him, if she’d been bold enough to come right out and say it. Damn, but he looked edible.

Their drinks came and she resumed her slow sipping, feeling the alcohol warm her from the inside out. She never drank much, and the Jack Daniels was going right to her head. She already felt a little disconnected from everything.

Glen was watching her, his hazel eyes never leaving her face. She’d never been looked at so intensely before. There was enough heat in his gaze send a flush across her face.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Glen leaned close to her again and she wanted to say no. She was a married woman. His breath on her ear…

"Yeah. It’s too crowded in here,’" was what came out of her mouth. He stood up and helped her to her feet, guiding her toward the door.

She had to look up…way up…to see his face. He had to be nearing on seven feet tall and with all those muscles…something ran through her that was part raw desire, part fear. Angelina knew she should just get in her car and go home, but she didn’t want to. She was tired of Nick denying her all the time. He didn’t want her anymore, but Glen sure seemed to.

He led her to his truck, which was parked just in front of the door. After helping her in, he circled around the driver’s side and got behind the wheel. Glen drove in silence for a few minutes, glancing at her occasionally.

"Too many people in there. I was dreading one of them figuring out who I was," he said with a grin. Angelina looked at him blankly.

"Are you somebody?"

Glen laughed. "Nobody important."

Angelina nodded and leaned her head back on the seat. Glen turned on the radio and found a station with something slow playing on it. Smiling, she sat up straight and unhooked her seatbelt. She slid across the bench seat until she was right up against him, pressed against his arm.

Glen smiled down at her, the wrapped his arm over her shoulders. Angelina snuggled against him, feeling his heat, breathing in the smell of his cologne. There was an underlying smell there, something she couldn’t name but that she associated with confident men. Her hand rested on his thigh, the rough material of his jeans not hiding the hardness of his leg.

He stopped at a red light, then turned to her, putting a hand under her chin and lifting her face. His mouth brushed against hers, then his tongue snaked out, delving into her parted lips. Angelina moaned in acceptance, her tongue moving against his, loving the taste of him. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been kissed…really kissed. And Glen seemed to be an expert at it as his tongue played over the surfaces of her mouth. He sucked gently on her lower lip then pulled back just as the light changed.

Panting a little, feeling a flush of excitement course through her, Angelina rested her head against his shoulder. In a few minutes he was pulling into another parking lot, this time at a hotel in the center of town.

She said nothing as he lifted her easily out of the cab of the truck. Glen led her through the lobby, nodding at the clerk who was leaning sleepily on the counter. He pushed the elevator call button and they waited, Angelina holding onto his hand as if she’d be lost without him to guide her.

The doors slid open and they stepped in, Glen pushing the button for the tenth floor. As the elevator began to move, he turned to her and pulled her against him for a crushing kiss, taking her breath at the force of his passion. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her fingers digging in as his tongue once against plundered her mouth. His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her tight against him.

She could feel how hard he was already through his jeans, and ground her hips against him, making him moan softly. The elevator jerked to a stop, a small bell ringing, bringing them back to their senses before they ended up on the floor.

Laughing a little at themselves, they walked up the hallway, Glen stopping next to one of the doors and producing a key. He let Angelina in first, turning on the light as she crossed into the room. Once the door was closed, he moved to stand near her.

"I don’t want to rush…" She could see in his beautiful eyes that he thought he was moving too fast for her. Fast was what she wanted right now.

"Shh," she moved until she was touching him, pressing herself against him. "I want to rush." Her fingers moved across his chest, feeling the solid muscle that framed him. She had forgotten everything else. Here was a man that wanted her after only being with her for a little over an hour. She could not let thoughts of her marriage get in her way. She needed this too badly.

Glen stroked her cheek with his thumb, then moved to sit on the couch. The room was large, with a bed against one wall and a sitting area with a couch and television. He made himself comfortable, leaving Angelina to look at him from where she was standing.

"Take down your hair," his deep voice had suddenly become demanding. Angelina slowly raised her hands and undid the clasp holding her hair up. The braid swung loose, the bottom of it brushing the small of her back. "All the way."

Pulling the braid over her shoulder, she tugged at the elastic band holding it. Angelina worked her fingers over it, releasing the braid, then ran her hands through it, making it flow down her back. It was almost black in the subdued light of the room, framing her face and shoulders in soft waves.

"Now the shirt, Angel," He almost whispered her name, and she felt her knees buckle at the sound of it. Nobody called her that. To most people she was Lina, to her parents she was Angie. Both nicknames that she abhorred but had learned to live with.

Hesitating briefly, she finally pulled at the delicate fabric, lifting it over her head. She tossed it onto the floor then stood facing him in a black lace bra and her skirt and boots. Glen licked his lips again, his eyes covering every inch of her exposed skin. "The skirt…"

She didn’t hesitate this time, aware that he was tracking her every movement as she found and pulled down the zipper. The leather dropped to the floor with a soft rustle and she stepped out of it, using her foot to kick it away.

"Come over here Angel," he motioned to her with one long finger. Angelina moved slowly to stand directly in front of him. He sat forward on the edge of the couch and put his hands on her hips, holding her still. The touch of his warm palms on her skin almost made her melt. His thumbs stroked over the lace of her panties, then slid under the sides, hooking them. In one fluid motion he pulled them down her legs, helping her out of them.

Glen’s hands moved back up her legs slowly, first touching the soft leather of her boots, then the smooth bare skin of her thighs. His fingers traveled up her flat stomach, stopping to trace a little circle around her belly before moving on. When he go to the filmy material of her bra, his eyes locked with hers. Angelina’s eyes, normally a light gray, had darkened considerable as he’d perused her body.

He deftly opened the front clasp of her bra, and she shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Glen slid his hands up to cup her breasts, seeming to test their weight in his large palms. Angelina sighed and leaned into him, pressing herself firmly into his hands.

He let go of her to pull his own shirt off, reaching behind his head to yank it over his shoulders. Angelina’s hands practically itched to touch his muscled chest. Glen looked back up at her and smiled, then took her hand and pulled her so she was straddling his lap. She sank down slowly, feeling his jeans bite into the soft skin of her thighs. His lips found hers again in another deep kiss, his tongue playing against hers.

Angelina rested her hands on his broad shoulders, then slid down, his skin hot under her palms. She could feel every ripple as he moved, his chest flexing and relaxing. She could feel his hands on her boots, slowly easing the zippers down. He never broke the kiss as he pulled them from her feet; she heard two soft thumps as he dropped them onto the carpeted floor.

Glen pulled his lips from her and kissed his way across her cheek to her ear. His teeth nipped the lobe, his tongue running along the ridge. "You’re beautiful, you know that, Angel?" his deep voice was huskier than before, almost slurred with need. Angelina didn’t trust herself to speak, instead she just shook her head. She was all right looking, but had never thought of herself as beautiful.

She felt him chuckle against her neck. "So soft…" he kissed her neck, sending a shiver down her back. She leaned back, shaking her hair back from her shoulders as his mouth moved down her throat, his tongue working over her skin.

Angelina felt his hands move up to cup her breasts again and sighed in acceptance as his fingers moved across her nipples. "Oh…" a soft gasp escaped her as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.

"Mmm, do you like that, Angel?" Glen did it again, making her arch her back.

"God yes…" she blinked in surprise. She never talked during sex. Usually the only sound she uttered was when Nick accidentally hit a hot spot; even then the noise seemed to scare him away from what she liked.

Not Glen though. He tugged on her nipples, making them harden into tight peaks. Angelina looked down, her eyes clouding over again as she watched what he was doing to her. The nipples were so hard they were almost painful, but each touch from his fingertips sent a jolt of heat through her.

Glen pulled back from nibbling her neck to look at her breasts hungrily. Angelina bit her lip and slipped her hands up her sides. Glen moved his hands and watched as she cupped her breasts. His hands rested on her waist, pulling her closer as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one of the tight buds. She held herself tight, feeding him first one breast then the other, watching his tongue as it tasted them both.

He finally settled on the right one, and she gave another sharp gasp as his mouth enclosed her nipple. He sucked on it lightly, nipping it a little, then running the point of his tongue all around it. She moaned, wanting to grab his head and make him suck harder but her hands were still holding her breasts in place for his hungry mouth.

Glen moved to the other breast, supplying the same treatment. She was wiggling on his lap without realizing it, her hips jerking a little every time his tongue touched her sensitive skin. She felt his grip on her waist tighten, and yelped as he lifted her hip, turned and put her on the couch. His mouth never left her nipple as he pushed her onto her back, his weight pinning her down.

Angelina let go of her breasts and put her hands on his head. The ponytail was still there; she made quick work of the elastic band holding it back, letting the long dark locks flow loose. Her hands tangled into his hair, feeling the silkiness between her fingers as she tugged at him, pulling him into her.

His mouth had moved from her breasts and down her ribs. Angelina flinched a little as his beard tickled across her stomach, drawing another chuckle from him. His tongue dipped into her navel, then nibbled on the skin around it. He moved her body, shifting on the couch until he could settle between her thighs.

Angelina watched as he pushed her legs apart, then put them over his shoulders. His lips touched her inner thigh, drawing out another soft "Ohhh," from her. She could feel his fingers moving up and down over her, not parting her yet but maddeningly close. She shifted, putting one leg on the back of the couch, opening herself up a little. Glen’s eyes locked with hers as one long finger gently probed at her. He brought the hand to his mouth and put the finger into his mouth, sucking her juices from it.

"Mmm, so wet already…" Glen’s breath puffed across her thighs, making her shiver. Angelina didn’t know whether she should feel embarrassed by his actions or not. She could feel a blush trying to climb her cheeks.

Glen smiled and used his hand to part her folds. "It’s Ok Angel. We’re gonna make you even wetter," his eyes locked with hers, he slowly lowered his head and flicked his tongue out over her clit.

Her hips bucked automatically, and he pulled back. She groaned in frustration. Smiling against, Glen again flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, then drew small circles around it with the tip. He could feel she was holding herself back from the tenseness in her body.

"Come on, Angel…let it out…" he whispered against her. "Let me hear you."

Angelina bit her lip, embarrassed again. She didn’t know if she could ‘let it out’. Another quick flicker of his tongue on her clit had her hissing in a breath.

"Do you want me to stop?" Glen asked softly, looking up at her, his finger momentarily replacing his tongue. She shuddered every time he brushed against her clit.

"No…" She managed to pant out. "Please…touch me…"

Glen smiled again and lowered his head, this time not teasing, enclosing her throbbing clit in his hot mouth. The contact was so sudden and sharp that Angelina could do nothing but cry out. She seemed surprised by the sound of her own voice.

It got easier as he earnestly went to work, his tongue now flicking over her clit directly, his mouth sucking on it. "Oh…Glen…" between her ragged breaths, she managed to say his name as his finger slid into her. He began moving it in and out, feeling her clench him.

He released her clit from his mouth. "Damn Angel. You’re so tight…" he added a second finger to the first, working them both back and forth in a slow rhythm. His other hand had moved, now he massaged her clit with his thumb. Her moans were getting louder as he ducked his head again. She groaned, frustrated as he took his fingers out of her, then cried out when he replaced them with his tongue.

He began slowly fucking her with his tongue, sliding it in and out of her as his fingers worked over her clit. Angelina couldn’t seem to stop moving, bucking her hips, trying to force him in deeper. She’d never felt anything like this before. With a start, she felt an orgasm thundering toward her, the pleasure building up inside her belly, making her go rigid trying to bring it out.

Glen’s tongue slid from her opening and back up to her clit. His fingers once again moved inside her, stretching her a little, finally pressing on her g-spot. It was too much for Angelina, she arched under him and screamed as she came, her orgasm shooting through her. Glen held absolutely still, feeling her muscles contract on his fingers, her clit twitching under his tongue. When the biggest of her shudders subsided, Angelina opened her eyes to look down at him.

Glen smiled and began to slowly move his fingers again, feeling how slick she had become. Her reactions to him were strong…he’d never seen such a responsive woman before. With one slow last stroke, he pulled back, never taking his eyes from hers.

Standing up, he kicked off his shoes and worked the zipper of his jeans, sliding them down his hips and off his legs. He never stopped looking down at her as he kicked them aside.

Angelina stared at him, taking him in. He was solid muscle from head to toe, just as she’d thought. Her eyes roamed over his body, widening when they settled on his cock. He was huge. She didn’t know why she’d thought he wouldn’t be, considering the size of the rest of him.

Glen sank onto his knees in front of her, pulling her so her legs dangled from the couch on either side of his hips. Her head was propped up by the back of the couch so she could see everything. Glen grasped his cock and slowly put it against her, rubbing it over her clit, down and up. When it was slick with her wetness, he positioned it at her entrance.

He slowly pushed, letting his cock slide in less than an inch before stopping. Angelina sighed and relaxed, spreading her legs farther apart to accommodate his size. When he didn’t move, she looked up into his eyes.

"Tell me what you want…" Glen whispered. Angelina looked at him, confused. That talking thing again. She slowly shook her head, moving her hips a little, hoping he’d get the idea. Glen smiled. "Come on Angel. I wanna hear you." He leaned down until his lips were pressed against her ear. "I want to fuck you, listen to you moan and cry out. I want you to scream my name when you cum. But you have to tell me what you want Angel."

She licked her lips, squirming against him. His voice in her ear and what he was saying was almost enough to send her over the edge again. "I want…" she cleared her throat. Turning her head, she licked his earlobe. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me Glen…"

That was all the encouragement he needed. Still holding her close, he moved his hips and slid in another few inches. Angelina whimpered softly, wanting him to go fast. He kept on with his maddeningly slow pace, taking his time, until he was completely sheathed.

"Mmm, so tight…" his voice was a deep rumble next to her ear. Angelina squirmed against him, grinding herself up into him.

"Glen…" saying his name rewarded her with a grinding movement from him that made her gasp. "Please…fuck me…"

Sitting up, Glen pulled her legs up and propped them on his shoulders. He began to slowly move in and out, the position of her legs making the fit even tighter. Angelina moaned softly, raising her hands above her head to hold onto the cushion behind her.

"Like this?" Glen held onto her thighs, slowly pushing into her. Angelina shook her head.

"Harder…faster…" she managed to get out. Glen picked up his pace, his cock now slipping in and out rapidly. He watched as her breathing picked up, her moans getting louder as he thrust into her.

Glen sensed her building toward another climax and slowed down, smiling at her groan of frustration. He slid his cock out of her, and met her eyes. "Turn over on your stomach Angel." She bit her lip but moved slowly, rolling over so her knees were on the floor and her upper body was supported by the couch. "That’s perfect…" she felt him slide and hand over her ass and onto her back, holding her still. His cock probed her from behind, and he slid into her slowly, letting her get used to the depth of this new position.

"Glen…" she moaned his name as he began moving. Glen leaned forward and kissed her back, then flicked his tongue over her skin.

"Hard and fast…" he murmured against her. He sat up, grabbing her hips with his hands and began pounding into her, his thighs slapping against hers. Angelina cried out as his cock slid in and out, almost screaming in pleasure when she felt his fingers moving down to stroke her clit.

"Yes…yes…" she heard her own voice repeating it over and over. Without thinking, she braced herself with her hands and slammed her body against his, meeting his wild thrusts.

Glen’s grip on her tightened a little as he felt himself nearing his climax. "Come on Angel…cum for me…" was all the encouragement she needed. Screaming out his name, slamming back into him one more time, she came in a long drawn out wave that shook her entire body.

The feel of her muscles gripping his cock was enough to put Glen over. With something close to a roar he gave one last hard push, filling her as he came. He had a death grip on her hips, holding her as tight against him as he could.

He collapsed on top of her, kissing her shoulder softly and breathing hard. Angelina muttered something under her breath, making him smile. Glen slowly withdrew from her and helped her up. Her legs were wobbly; she felt like she was going to fall over. Glen lifted her up and carried her to the bed, setting her gently down on top of the blankets.

He got in beside her and snuggled close, sharing body heat. Angelina felt herself doze off, a slight smile on her face. She jerked awake with a start sometime later, breathing hard. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was. She glanced beside her and saw Glen on his side, arm over his face. She smiled a little and slipped from the bed, grabbing her clothes. Dressing as quietly as she could, she gave him one last kiss on the cheek then left the room

The clerk at the desk called cab for her after flashing a knowing smile. Angelina found herself smiling back before heading out into the cool night air to wait for her ride.

She made it to her car, which at this early hour of the morning was the only one left in the bar parking lot. She got home a few minutes later and quietly let herself in. After a hot shower, she settled onto the couch in her robe, a slight smile touching her lips.

She heard the alarm go off in the bedroom, and the muted sounds of Nick getting up. In a few minutes he was coming into the living room and sitting next to her on the couch.

"Babe, sorry about last night…" he began. Angelina looked at him blankly. "I’ve been kinda busy lately."

She shrugged. She didn’t care anymore. Nick looked at her with his eyebrow up, clearly expecting more of a reaction than what she was giving him.

"If you’d like…I don’t have to meet Dad til eight or so…" he left it hanging.

"No thanks. I’d rather not be penciled in," She said, getting up and going to the kitchen. Nick followed her and stood there, looking at her.

"What the hell is going on with you?" He eyed her suspiciously. "Where’d you go last night? You never came to bed."

"What do you care?" Angelina asked flatly.

"You’re my wife damn it! Why wouldn’t I care?"

Again, the shrug. She knew it infuriated him when she didn’t bow and cater to him. But she felt different today than she had yesterday. She was done being his doormat. "Go work with your Dad Nicky. Before I forget we’re married and say something we’ll both regret."

Nick looked at her, fury in his eyes, then turned on his heel and stomped away. She heard the door slam a moment later, and the rev of the car engine. Sighing, she poured herself a cup of coffee and took it back to the living room. She’d at least figured one thing out this weekend. She would not be home when Nick got there. After ten long years she was ready to call it quits. And after the night she’d had last night…she was looking forward to the single life again.