I was standing in the kitchen, wound as tight as I have ever been, when I saw headlights through the windows in the foyer.

I was so fucking mad I couldn't even see straight.

I'd previously been relatively calm, six hours ago, waiting for her to answer her phone, trying not to be overbearing. But when seven o'clock rolled around, and Lucas couldn't get ahold of Donnie, I fucking panicked.

I also knew her dad was slowly becoming an issue, he'd sent a letter like a fuckin' coward explaining that he needed Ezra to come home for a few days, and that he could send Alice here to replace her absence.

like that would ever fucking happen

So when I couldn't get ahold of her, my mind went straight to David Gallo, the pretentious prick.

I cleared my thoughts as I heard a car door shut and watched my wife walk up the stairs to the house, and in through the door. I was relived to see her standing here in front of me, but pissed she had ignored me the whole fuckin' day.

She didn't look surprised in the slightest to see me, she looked relatively calm as she spoke first, "Come shower with me?"

Did I just hear her right?

I was not expecting that. At all. So I answered out a pathetic, "What?"

"Come. Shower. With. Me." She enunciated every word this time.

"Don't be a fucking brat." I grunted out.

She laughed, "I want to shower with my husband, are you saying no?" She teased, as she began to walk to our bedroom, and I followed behind her like a huge fucking idiot, trying to think of a word to say.

She turned on the shower and began to undress while maintaining eye contact, taking off every piece of clothing she had on, and I watched her the whole time like a fucking pervert.

As excited as I was at the moment, I needed to let her know she wouldn't get away her blatant disregard, "We need to talk about what happened today."

She approached me slowly, completely bare, "Then talk."

I didn't say anything, to muddled to even form a coherent thought.

I knew she knew what she was doing, as she smiled smugly, "you going to shower with your wife, or you going to watch?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat, and she began unbuttoning my shirt, keeping eye contact looking for any indication that I wasn't into this, and after no hesitation from me, she pushed my shirt off, reaching down and undoing my belt, sitting it on the counter. I reached behind me to grab my gun that was settled on my lower back, placing it on the counter, causing her to smile at up at me.

She grabbed my wallet from my back pocket next, sitting it down next to the gun and undid the buttons on my pants, before slowly pulling the zipper down, and tugging my pants down my legs.

The only clothing between us was my boxers, and she made a move to grab the top of them, looking into my eyes for confirmation.

I nodded my head, and she brought down my boxers, staring at my dick in the process.

"I've never seen a penis before, but I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you're a little more than average?"

The corner of my mouth lifted in a small smile, "Flattery gets you no where."

"I disagree." She laughed.

I placed her in the shower and stepped in behind her and she asked, "Can I touch it?" and with no hesitation, I reached out and grabbed her hand, wrapping it around my dick and guiding her hand up and down, like I do every time I shower, thinking of her.

I don't even have to imagine her wet tits right now, I can fucking see them, and what a glorious sight they are

She began moving her hand up and down without the assistance of mine, "This fine?" She asked, and I answered with, "Go a little tighter." Which resulted in her squeezing at just the right grip, quickening her pace. I placed one of my hands up against the wall, over her head in order to steady myself, and Ezra began talking, "I can't promise you I won't make another mistake, but you can promise to never speak to me like that again. You really hurt my feelings when you spoke to me that way, I felt like I was a child being scolded by my father, and it brought terrible memories."

"Ezra-"

"No. Let me finish."

Ironic considering our position

"I've handled you very well, my whole life changed within a day of meeting you and I did what I could to make it easy for us, but I could just as easily make more issues for you. I love you Vinnie, and if you really love me as you say you do, you'll never speak to me like that again."

"I was so fucking worried about you baby. I couldn't get ahold of you for hours, and Lucas couldn't get ahold of Donnie. I didn't know if you were okay or not."

She stopped jerking me off, which made me deflate in disappointment, but I knew since this was a very important conversation I needed my full attention on her words, not her hand.

"I understand that Vin, that's the reason I'm not super pissed right now, because I know you were scared, but you handled it like shit, hurting me in the process. I need to know you'll hear me out, and not just try and lash out to hurt my feelings. I deserve more than that."

Thinking critically in a situation such at this one was a challenge. I could walk into the house, guns-a-blazing, ready to fight with Vince, which would only result in him and I both insisting that we we right, leading the argument no where.

he needed to learn a lesson

Vince was already mad, so I figured I could be be smart about this or I could act irrational. I decided that I'd just say fuck it, and be bold.

However I handled this exact situation will set us up for future arguments, losing a battle doesn't mean I lost the war, and I'm playing the long game, because the difference is, I don't mind to sacrifice my ego for the night to earn some respect for tomorrow.

I wasn't entirely sure how Vinnie would react, but Donnie gave me a few pointers.

"Can I give you some advice, Ezra?" Donnie asked, while we were on the drive home.

"Sure."

"You could walk in there, yell at him and demand he never speak to you like that again, but where do you honestly think that would get you?"

I'm not sure

"Hear me out, I only say this in favor of

you, how do you feel about seducing him?"

"You want me to have sex with him after speaking me to like that?!"

"No, not sex exactly, calm him down with your body, men are considerably more agreeable when they think with their dick and not their brain."

"So what exactly are you saying, Donnie?"

"Get him horny, whisper dirty things in his ear, shove your boobs in his face, I don't know, whatever gets straight men horny, use it."

"Again, I'm not sure exactly what the outcome will be, but I know Vincent has a soft spot for you, so use it to your advantage. Once he's vulnerable, make him feel bad for talking to you like that, make him feel what you felt. You could yell, scream, but he probably won't hear you because he's just hearing his own anger, demanding you listen to his side. Calm him down and he'll listen, because if he understands how upset he made you, he won't do it again, and that's your ultimate goal."

So now here I was, standing in the shower with my husband, waiting for him to respond as I poured my heart out to him.

"I'm sorry, Ezra. I didn't know if something had happened, and when you finally answered and you said that you had left your phone behind, it upset me. I'd been worried that you were dead, but you had just left your phone in the car. I was angry and I took it out on you."

I smiled, "I knew you were just worried, and didn't necessarily mean to speak to me like that, but the fact of the matter was that you did, and no apology takes that back, but we could use it to communicate better now. It was careless of me, I know that, and I'll keep better track of my phone. But you won't speak to me that way again."

"I would appreciate if you do, Ezra, and never again, I promise."

"I'm also still hanging out with Donnie whenever I want." I remind him.

"Anything you want, baby." He confirms.

"I love you, Vinnie."

"I love you more, baby."

I'd figured while I was already being bold, I'd continue, what more did I really have to lose?

"Since daddy apologized," I whispered up at him, stroking my fingers from his chest down until my fingers were wrapped around his thick, hard dick, "I think he earned my mouth, hm?"

Vincent let out a groan, "Don't tease, Ezra."

"Vin?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I don't have a gag reflex."