The Sick Wife, Lost Loretta [top 10 motivational books .TXT] 📗

can get me pregnant as soon as I finish these pancakes,” I assure him.

Mike’s shower is incredible. The showerhead is like rainfall, and there are jets all around that massage the body. I feel so refreshed after being pelted with water, and I stare at my body in the full-length mirror while I blow dry my hair. I didn’t bring all my clothing, but I’ve got some more lingerie that I can put on. I need to try to make myself look more appealing, after that disappointing wedding night.

After styling my hair quickly and putting on a touch of makeup, I pull on a silky pink nightgown that is trimmed with lace. I notice a small bruise on my hip that I don’t remember having before, but it must be from packing and moving things out of my apartment.

When I exit the bathroom, Mike is waiting for me in the bed, holding the TV remote and flipping through channels on the large flatscreen that is mounted to his bedroom wall. He glances over at me and smiles. “You look incredible, Milla. Every time I see you, I fall more in love with you. And I want you so bad.”

“Aww,” I say happily. That definitely boosts my confidence. After being called hideous, and so many other awful things in French that I’d rather even not know what they all meant—it makes me happy to know that Mike is turned on by me.

He turns the TV off and puts the remote aside, before coming over to me and kissing me. “There’s something I wanted us to try together. I’m not sure if you’re interested, but it’s just a little enhancer to make sex feel even more amazing.”

“Sure,” I answer, wondering what he’s talking about. But after my horrible performance the night before, I definitely want to do whatever it takes to make him happy today. And make him not regret his choice to marry me.

“It’s a bit unusual, but I promise it will be mind-blowing,” he says as he opens up the top drawer of his night table. He pulls out a syringe. “What do you think?”

“Oh… I don’t really do any drugs, Mike,” I say with surprise.

“But you’re on antidepressants, right?” he answers. “Those are drugs. This is even way safer than that. Trust me, Milla, you’re going to love it. You’ll feel so high.”

I am starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, but Mike is a doctor after all… and I’ve had to trust him with patients a million times before. So, I’m sure that he wouldn’t recommend anything that would hurt me. “What is it?” I ask him nervously.

“Just let me surprise you,” he answers.

“Okay,” I say shakily, still thinking of all of Yvette’s insults. I don’t know why he would even want someone like you. Take better photos for the next man, if you want to keep him. I guess Yvette is the expert at keeping her man. And I am definitely not. Maybe I should try to step out of my comfort zone to make Mike happy. “Why not?” I say, forcing a smile, pretending to be cool. “I guess I can try something new.”

“You’re amazing, Milla. We’re going to have so many fun experiences together.” He comes over to my side and wipes my arm clean with an alcohol swab. Then he carefully injects me with the substance in the needle. He finishes off by kissing my neck. “You’re going to love how it feels, I promise.”

“Okay,” I respond awkwardly. “What am I supposed to feel?”

“You’ll see. You’re going to feel so good.” He puts the needle away and guides me over to the bed again, kissing me and pushing me down onto the mattress. “I’m so happy that you’re my wife. I’ve wanted you for so long, Milla… I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

I am about to respond, when I feel his hand clamp around my neck. “Mike,” I say with surprise.

“You’re so hot,” he says breathily, tightening his grip. “Do you want me?”

I feel a bit afraid, but I realize that this might be normal sexy stuff that couples do. I remember all the exciting texts I saw on Yvette’s phone, and I feel very insecure about how vanilla and inexperienced I am. “I want you,” I tell my new husband, trying to fight past my fear.

“Good,” he says, kissing my lips. “How about a little roleplay?”

“Sure.”

“I want you to just lay there, and pretend you’re dead. Can you do that for me?”

I stare at him in surprise. There’s a tiny alarm bell ringing in my head. But I am now committed to being fun and sexy and doing whatever he asks. It’s a bit of a weird request, but sometimes I already feel dead inside, so why not.

I let Mike take control of having sex with me, and I close my eyes and don’t move or respond. It’s a very interesting sensation, he’s right about that. It’s not terrible. It kind of heightens my senses to focus more on what is being done to me, and not really respond. It’s very strange, and makes me realize how many experiences I haven’t had. Mike seems to enjoy experimenting and taking risks in the bedroom, which I did not expect from him at all.

I thought he was the safe and boring choice. I didn’t expect that he had all these secret proclivities and dark fetishes. Doctors, right? Some of the weirdest people. When Mike finishes, I am shocked at what a powerful orgasm he has. And the noises he makes. He seems super turned on by me… even though I’m doing nothing at all.

“You did so good, baby,” he says, kissing my cheek. “I loved that.”

“It was definitely different,” I tell him, opening my eyes.

But something feels wrong.

“Why don’t you give me a cute pet name?” he whispers into my ear.

I am confused. What is this odd feeling in my body? I try to ignore it and respond to his playful banter. “Something like…