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heart beat harder in my chest. Hunter heard my shriek from the bedroom and came running into the bathroom.
    “What’s wrong,” he demanded.
    I thrust my phone into his hands and turned away before he could see the tears forming in my eyes. The threats weren’t just from Michael; some were from my father and his business partners.
    “Damn it! We’re going back tonight. It’s time for me to deal with this. I thought time would help, but it’s only going to make it worse.”
    “I brought this on myself when I ran.”
    “You’re my wife and no one is going to treat you this way.” Hunter reached into the tub and pulled me up and over the edge against his body, soaking his dress shirt and pants. I gasped in surprise. “You’re fucking mine. Do you understand?”
    I nodded, but I’m sure my face mirrored the confusion swirling around inside me. Where was this possessive side coming from?  
    “I’m acting like a fucking caveman. What the fuck is happening to me? You undo everything in me, Megan. I’ve never felt this way before.”
    His mouth crashed down on mine and I moaned. His tongue slipped into my mouth and demanded that I surrender to him. As quickly as it began, he pulled back and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me confused, hurt, and really fucking turned on.
     

I emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, once I had calmed down. Hunter was on his cell phone and frantically throwing things into our suitcases. Crossing the room, I took the clothes from his hands and folded them carefully, instead of letting him ball them up. He leaned over and kissed my forehead as he continued to schedule our flight with whoever was on the phone. Disappointment flooded me that we were going back, but I understood we needed to fix things back home. It had been nice hiding from the world for a moment, though.
    If we flew out now, we would be back home by nine a.m. the next morning. It amazed me that he could get these things done on a whim in the middle of the night. I zipped our suitcases and looked at Hunter expectantly. He still wasn’t off the phone, but he grabbed my jacket and helped me slip it on. Grabbing our bags, he led the way out of our suite and down the stairs without a second glance.
    Hunter never hung up his phone, and I was getting more frustrated with each passing moment. I willingly walked alongside him and boarded the plane, but his detached attitude was more than I could take after more than forty-five minutes of being ignored. When he did actually acknowledge me, I was bossed around. He finally hung up as the flight attendant started towards him. We sat down, and I made sure to be on the opposite side of the plane. Turning towards the window, I tried to lie down and get some sleep. Every time I would start to drift off, though, Hunter would sigh or grumble something that would jar me awake.
    After an hour of listening to him, I got up and shot him a dirty look before walking back to the small bedroom. His private jet had a freaking bedroom. Who in the hell did I marry? Even though I’d known Hunter my whole life, I was still intimidated by his wealth. My measly trust fund was nothing compared to what he had amassed in thirty-two years. It was even more impressive that he hadn’t taken any money from his parents for his startups.
    I lay on the bed, trying to get comfortable with no luck. My body couldn’t relax and I was so tense I felt like I was jumping out of my skin. Hunter cracked open the door and looked down at me.
    “Seriously! What the fuck?”
    “What?”
    God men were so oblivious.
    “I came back here to get away from you and your sighing. I can’t go back home and face everyone if I haven’t had at least an hour or two of sleep, and you throwing a fit is keeping me up.”
    “What do you mean me throwing a fit?” He sounded baffled.
    “I’m sick of the sighing, and the mumbling, and the muttering under your breath. Being treated as an afterthought isn’t all