Desiring My Impotent Ex-Husband

POV Laura 

It's almost 2:00 in the morning. I sat up on our big mahogany bed, supporting my head with my hand. A nightmare had just woken me up. It's the same nightmare that has plagued me ever since I heard the rumor that Nathan is going to be my husband.

It was three years ago, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. Dad had woken me up with the news that I was getting married to his best friend's son. I had no idea who he was, and I’d never met him before that day. Our dads arranged our marriage, his family needed a massive loan from Dad, and Dad gave them the condition that I get married to Nathan.

Dad wanted to punish me for being rebellious. I am his only child, and yet I wasn’t concerned about the family business; I never cared about the company and our other businesses. All I did was party with my friends and have as much fun as I desired. So he decided to punish me by forcing me into this loveless marriage. He hoped that marriage would humble me and make me forget about clubbing and partying all night long.

Yes, he succeeded in forcing me to marry Nathan, but that did nothing to curb my desire to have fun. Ever since I got married to him, my life has been nothing but miserable. He’s such a boring guy. It’s a miracle that we have stayed married for so long. It’s obvious that we don’t love each other; we are just tolerating each other to make this marriage work and please our families. I think he hates me, but I’m not bothered because the feeling is mutual.

I turned to stare at his gorgeous face as he lay beside me on the bed, sleeping like a fucking moron. I smiled within myself as I thought of the day I first set my eyes on him. He looked so cute that I forgot all about my fears, and I signed every damn document that was presented in front of us to seal our union. He has this boyish cuteness that makes a lady squirm just by looking at his gorgeous face.

The first day I saw him, I believed he would be a perfect husband because he looked so breathtaking and gorgeous. Who would have thought that he would turn out to be an impotent, boring guy who would make my life a living hell? It’s been three years, I mean three fucking years, and not once has he screwed me like I want. He is always too tired to fuck me, and if I insist that I want it, he won’t bother to engage in foreplay with me; he just gets right to it and satisfies his desires. And after he cum’s, he won’t bother with me anymore. I’ll be forced to have a cold shower to curb my desires.

Gosh, I can’t wait for this marriage to end. I’m fucking tired of living in pretense. I’d rather forfeit my inheritance than remain in this loveless marriage. It’s as if my whole life is a lie. I’m stuck in this hellhole and forced to play the role of a good wife when I could be out there, partying and having so much fun with my friends. I need it to end. I want a way out of this deal. I fucking tired!

POV: Nathan  

I leaned my back against my high-backed swivel seat and made a steeple with the tip of my finger as I listened to the man seated across from me. To a stranger, it would seem as though my mind was a million miles away, but in truth, every nerve in my body is alert. I’m taking in every word he is saying and processing every detail. 

The man seated across from me is Ethan Hawke, my lawyer and best friend. He just brought me the divorce papers I requested, but, as usual, he felt the need to advise me against it, claiming I was making a wrong decision. He thinks I’m an asshole for using her family's wealth to revive our company and bring my family’s business back on track.  

I can’t really say that I blame him for thinking that I’m the bad guy. He’s not the one who has to live with that boring housewife of mine. She carries herself like a dutiful housewife, acting like a perfect housewife. She spends every fucking minute in that house, brooding and regretting her decision to marry me. She spares no time to hang out and have fun with her friends, or even me. I can’t spend time with her because she is so timid and so fucking boring. I have no idea how we stayed together for three years. 

Gosh, she sucks! 

The annoying part of this is that I never loved her. When Dad proposed this marriage union between him and his best friend's daughter, I fought so hard to stop it because I had a girl I was dating at that time. I know why he had agreed to it, I know we needed the loan from them to sort out our debts and bring our business back on track. 

But I just don’t subscribe to the idea of an arranged marriage, and I would have let the company collapse rather than agree to this marriage. But the day I set my eyes on her, I knew there was something about her that was simply appealing. I was pulled in by her beauty; I couldn’t get my eyes off her. She has the kind of beauty that men go to war for. I find her attractive and intriguing. Although I know it would hurt my girlfriend, Hailey, if I accepted this union, I still agreed to it, and I signed the damn documents, hitching me to this sham of a marriage. I should never have agreed to this marriage in the first place. I should have trusted my instinct.