𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍 | 18+

02: 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚

Hours Earlier

"Can you stop hitting the bumps in the road?" My wife nagged as she tried to apply lipstick to her pouty lips.

I rolled my eyes as I gripped the steering wheel even tighter. "Then don't do that in the car dumbass." I gritted through my teeth as I slowed the car down to a complete stop at the red light.

She huffed before finally giving up. Leaning back in the car she tossed her lipstick to the side and puckered her lips. "Don't you think the babysitter is nice?" She asked trying to fill in the awkward silence.

"Yes, She great." I replied.

Adaline. My baby girl had already taken a likening to her, so she must be okay I guess. Se certainly is a beauty.

"She looked like she could be a model. She's so young..." She trailed off, looking at me.

I know what she was looking for.

"A fuck."

"Excuse me?!" She huffed, dramatically placing her hand over her plastic tits.

"Are you looking for a fuck? Because I don't have one to give." I sneered. Looking to the right I saw the Marriage Counseling Office. Gracias a Dios.

"We're you checking her out? Do you like her or something?"

I swear if you saw me now you would see steam coming out my ears. "For fucks sake women, She's what? 18? She's practically a fucking kid."

"Whatever, Let's just go." She stepped out of the car and walked off to the office entrance...without me.

Fucking Marriage Goals.

I got out of my car as well and made my way to the entrance where my wife was waiting with our counselor.

"Dr. Gondola, Nice to see you again, " I smiled as I shook his hand. "But I do wish they were on different terms."

He brushed off the comment and shook my hand before turning to Selene. "Shall we get started?" He asked as he led us to his office.

We came at night because nobody else was here, meaning no one would find out about our shitty marriage.

"So how have you been since our last visit." I asked, clicking his pen, he hovered it over the paper-covered clipboard.

"Fucking terrible." I answered earning a glare from Dr. Gondola and a sharp gasp from Selene.

"Lorenzo, " He started. "Let's use nicer and much more appropriate words."

I rolled my eyes and sat back in the chair waiting to hear my daring wife's answer.

"Doctor, He's still being difficult. He doesn't even want to sleep in the same bed as me." She fake sniffled.

"Oh bullshit," I muttered. "Those tears and sniffles are bullshit. I don't sleep in that bed with you because it's the same bed you and Carlo fucked in."

"Mr. Hernandez, Watch that language in my office, we're here to fix your problems, not cause more." He glared before looking at Selene with empathetic eyes.