My Aloof Husband Chapter 2

I scoffed. If he was trying to seduce me, he was doing a terrible job. I tried to pull my hand away. "I'm going to sleep in your room."

Thump.

His arm shot out, wrapping around my waist. "Don't go."

"Brent, what's gotten into you? Are you having some kind of drunken fever dream?" The smell of alcohol was strong. Could it be that when my robotic husband got drunk, he turned into a clingy mess?

His face was flushed as he mumbled, "Why were you watching those sleazy guys dance? Am I not good enough?"

Well, well. The robot could get jealous. So where was this jealousy when I'd tried to seduce him in a slinky nightgown, only to be pushed out the door with a cold, "Ava, please have some self-respect"?

The absurdity of it all was staggering.

"Baby," he whispered, his voice a low thrum against my skin. "I'm so much better than them. You don't have to look elsewhere..."

He leaned closer. "Do you want to see mine?"

My face was on fire. I scrambled out of his grip and fled the room.

If he was this good at flirting, was it possible his whole "robot" persona was just an act?

If so, this marriage was definitely over.