MELISSA'S POV
"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, Mr Steve Ross and Miss Melissa Ferguson, husband, and wife. You may now kiss the bride"
I squealed. That was it, it was official.
My gaze was focused on the only man I lived for, the love of my life. Steve was beaming ear to ear as he pulled me for a kiss, a long wet kiss. I leaned in, enjoying every moment of it, drowning out the entire audience.
"We're married babe" He said, his lips still on mine.
My cheeks flushed as we pulled away from the kiss. I did it, every woman's dream, I married the love of my life. I couldn't shake the smile off my face. I was in love, and still in love.
"You disgusting piece of shit" a voice rang through my thoughts.
My eyes flickered open, a tall manly figure standing inches away from the door. Steve. I looked around and tried to roll over half asleep, only to jolt upright as an unexpected dampness hit my skin. Then it hit me, I must have fallen asleep while…. I took a glance at myself, my naked body sprawled on the bed wet from my rose toy.
"I'm so sorry" I looked up at Steve as he watched me in disgust.
"You make me sick you fucking whore, you have nothing better to do than to spill your juices out on my bed".
A pan of guilt hit me, I didn't know he'd be back from his business trip today. Ashamed, I hurried out of the bed, my thighs sticking together from my dried up juices. I hear Steve mutter something under his breath as I helped myself to the bathroom. Tears streamed down my face as the warm water from the shower hit my skin in multiple drops. This wasn't how we used to be, we used to be in love, inseparable, obsessed with each other. Now I had to resort to a rose toy to satisfy my sexual longing. I hated it. I hated that he was so busy, he didn't kiss me in the mornings before he went to work. I hated that he didn't bother to come home early anymore. I hated that we hadn't gone on a date in over two years. I hated that he didn't let me please him in the way he wanted. He never wants to have sex anymore. I love how hard my husband works but we need to keep this marriage alive. With all the money he has, he shouldn't even be working that long.
"Get out and clean that silly mess you made" I heard him say as he banged the bathroom door. "You can't be in there forever".
I was done, I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my wet hair. I grabbed another and stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom.
"Listen to me woman" Steve said as he caught me off guard pulling me by my arm and slamming me to the wall, ignoring my wet naked body.
"Never make such a filthy mess ever, in my home, is that clear?"
"Mmm" I nodded
"Good" he said as he released his grip on my arm.
Silence fell between us before he spoke eventually "You'll move to the other room" he said coldly
"What" I exclaimed
"You heard me, we can't share a room anymore Melissa, since you clearly need more privacy" he said matter of factly.
"No no no, you can't do that babe" This room was the only major thing tying us together at this point. I loved to share a bed with my husband, to feel his warmth after he left for work.
"Yes I can, on second thought, I'll move. The bed disgusts me anyway." He said as he strode out of the room and slammed the door.
His words stung, my juices didn't seem so disgusting a year ago. A sigh escaped my lips, maybe that's what marriages lead to anyway.