“No? No!” I grab his arm when he tries to retreat. “Maceo?”
My rugged biker faces me, standing at his full height of six-five, and bores his black eyes into mine. “It’s club business.”
Nu-uh! No, he didn’t?!
He’s trying to pull a power play of dominance like I’m some little mid-century homemaker who will roll over and take it. We’re supposed to be equals. If Maceo thinks he can throw his weight around and force me to submit when he feels like it, then he is sorely mistaken. I bend to no one unless I’m willing, and I’m sure as fuck am not willing.
With a huff, I spin on my heels and stalk back to the bedroom. If Maceo hasn’t figured out he’s gone too far, slamming the door and locking it will drive the point home. The one thing that pisses my husband off more than anything else is me shutting him out—literally and figuratively. If I’m going to be angry and hurt because he’s withholding information, then he sure as fuck is going to join me in the misery.
Maceo rushes to the door and rattles the knob. “Fuck! Pixie, open up. Come on, baby. I didn’t mean how it came out. I only meant I’m unable to discuss it.” He rattles the knob again. “Pixie, please let me in. I realize I promised undivided attention for this trip, and I’m sorry shit with work keeps getting in the way.”
“It’s not a trip. It’s our honeymoon! I’ve made you my priority, but you can’t even do the same. You should be loving up on me, not working on a project you claim isn’t serious.” My shout turns into a harsh sob.
God, I sound needy, but I’m upset with his lack of attention and not trusting me enough to tell me what’s keeping him away. I curl into a ball on our bed.
Fuck, but these hormones are getting to me.
There’s a thump against the door, and I imagine Maceo has bumped his head against the door. “Baby, let me in. I’ll give you all the love in the world, make you feel damn good.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that, right? Distracting me with sex isn’t going to do squat—including angry fucking.”
Maceo mutters a curse. “Okay, I admit it. I pulled a power-play. Let me in and make this right.”
“No. Go sleep somewhere else.” I throw the covers over my head, angrier than I have been with him in a long time. I will not bend on this. He needs to understand that having secrets in a relationship will not fly, and it’s the hill I’m willing to die on.