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that great either while we’re on the topic. I’ve never seen you like this and I have to say, I’m not really a fan.”
    “I’m fucking worried about you, that’s why I’m throwing a fit .”
    “It not your job to worry about me.”
    “Did you forget I’m your husband? Of course it’s my job. Hell, even if I wasn’t your husband I would be worried about you, Megan.”
    I turned over on the bed so I didn’t have to face him. Everything was too confusing. He wasn’t acting like the man who was my best friend; he was acting like a caveman. And it scared me because I knew my feelings for him were deeper than I wanted to admit, even to myself. Maybe marrying Hunter had been a bad idea, even if it was only meant to keep me safe. My heart would be in pieces by the end of our marriage and I was going to lose my best friend because I sure as hell couldn’t divorce him and be okay with it. I never should have slept with him.
    “What do you want me to do, Megan? Do you want me to leave?”
    I winced. “I don’t know.”
    He slid down into the bed next to me. I tensed for a moment, but I let him wrap his arms around me. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll try to calm down, but it’s killing me that you keep saying this is your problem and you don’t need my help. Quit pushing me away. The whole reason we got married was so that I could help you.”
    A tear escaped from the corner of my eye. Why did that feel like a slap in the face? “I hate this. Just being married is enough to keep them away from me, so don’t feel like you have to do any more than that. They will yell at me and it will be over. I’ll move out of my apartment since its family property, and as long as I keep my distance from them, everything will be fine.”
    His words echoed in my head, the whole reason we got married was so that I could help you.
    “You’ll move into my house when we get home. We’re married and people will talk if you don’t.”
    “If appearances are so important to you, I think you married the wrong woman, because I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about you, or me, or us.” He didn’t speak for a few minutes. The conversation had taken a wrong turn somewhere and I wasn’t sure what to say without making him even angrier. Hunter was a ticking time bomb, and anything I said could set him off.
    “Let’s just go to sleep and talk about everything in the morning,” he said finally.
    That was fine with me because I needed time to come up with a plan. A plan to get rid of my ex-fiancé, controlling father, and, most importantly, I needed a plan on how to keep from turning into a broken mess when Hunter decided our marriage was over.
     

     
    The car pulled up to my building and a sigh slipped from me as I unbuckled my seatbelt.
    “Are you coming up or do you just want me to go change and come back down?”
    “It’s up to you. Do you want me to come?”
    It had been like this since we had woken up. Hunt echoed every question back at me. It was unnerving because this wasn’t his typical behavior. Even if he wasn’t in charge, he at least had an opinion on everything. Not this morning though. I’d gone to sleep with a man I had known forever, only to wake up with a complete stranger. He was acting cool and detached towards me, and I didn’t like it.
    “Just wait here, give me five minutes to get changed and then we can go find Dad.”
    He nodded once and pulled his phone from his pocket.
     

     
    My apartment felt humid and stagnant when I walked inside. I pulled off my top as I walked through to my bedroom. As soon as I opened the door a chill ran up my spine. Michael sat on my bed. His eyes bore holes in me as I quickly pulled my shirt back down to cover my chest.
    “Why bother covering yourself up? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
    I pulled my shirt back over my head quickly. “You act like we’ve actually fucked before.”
    “No, but it’s mine. I paid for it.”
    “I didn’t marry you and my