Sharing A Bed

Alexia's POV

Stupid Aiden. Stupid, controlling, infuriating Aiden.

I paced around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets with more force than necessary. The nerve of that man! Acting like he owned me, like I was some business transaction he could dictate every second of my life.

"If you want to fuck around, wait at least six months are over."

His words still rang in my head, and my blood boiled all over again. Who the hell did he think he was? If I wanted to go out, I damn well would. And not with the intention of "fucking around," but because I was a human being with a life, not some doll he could dress up and parade around for whatever stupid reason he married me in the first place.

I yanked open the freezer, eyes scanning the shelves. There—ice cream. The cure for all of life's problems.