DENIED DESIRED AND REVENGE

"Morning!" I greet my phony husband on our first morning in this so-called marriage sham.

Contrary to what I surmised, the night in his arms was beautiful. I didn't even turn. I didn't wander away from his candle. I slept like a baby. I hope he did the same too.

"Morning, wifey! How was your night?" He queries as he turns to face me.

As usual, his face is flawless. Not like someone who just woke up. In short, not like me who is saddled by eyebags and still battling to scrape the eye logs.

"I haven't slept like that for days." I grumble with all sincerity.

"Worry no more then, because the bad days are over. I'll make sure you'll have the best nights from now until forever." He says.

Forever? I don't remember us incorporating our future into this sham of a marriage.

"The night would have been phenomenal if only you weren't a sweet mean wife, you know!"

"Wait, I a mean?"

"Aren't you? You made the fucking rules, didn't you?"

Aaah, I see! It's about that?

"And I remember you didn't even