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Many of the humans seemed to prefer long-lasting monogamous relationships. Maybe, if he treated Vanessa well enough and showed her just how satisfying he could be as a husband, she’d choose to remain with him. He could finally have someone. A companion. Someone who didn’t look at him and only see what they could get.
He wished he could do more to relieve her distress, but she was oddly unwilling to let him comfort her. It was frustrating beyond belief. He just wanted to show her what a good husband
It was a quality he found he didn’t appreciate. He couldn’t pleasure her. He couldn’t comfort her. He couldn’t seem to find a compliment she enjoyed. What the hell was he good for? She’d even tried to give back his gift, for Goddess’ sake! Vanessa
Hot guy with a pleasure kink—check. A bit of a bad boy streak—check. Had his own fucking amazing space pirate ship—check, check, check. Damn, he was getting more extraordinary by the minute.
She turned to peer at Fejo, whose smile had grown nervous. His gaze shot around the interior of his room, and he looked back at her, a question clear in his eyes. She couldn’t help the warmth that seeped into her chest, so she gave a soft smile and said, “Very cool.”
When he’d read those letters, it’d been like a metal boot slamming into his ribs. Of course she hadn’t married him because she’d liked him. She’d done it so she could get back to Earth. He’d been so stupid. The signs had been there in front of him, and he’d just ignored them.
Fejo was tired of feeling like this. Like all he was good for was as an experiment or messenger or hired hand. All he’d wanted to do was make her happy and finally claim a bit of happiness for himself. As it turned out, he’d never had a chance at either.
What was he supposed to do now? He was furious and embarrassed and hurt. But mostly furious. He’d been bandaging the cuts to his soul for far too long now. Always being patient. Always seeking affection and approval. But now, finally, something in him had shifted. This was the last straw. He couldn’t do it anymore. He wouldn’t pretend like what Vanessa had done didn’t affect him.
This wasn’t about him. She hadn’t tricked him because she was cruel. She’d been using him, but he couldn’t imagine a more noble reason. He ached for her and the pain she was feeling, yet the way she’d let him see all of it both thrilled him and made this monstrous jealousy rise in his chest. What he wouldn’t give for somebody to be that devoted to him. To cry and beg and steal and cheat just so they could get back to him.
he strode the familiar path to his room, the world seemed dimmer. The flicker of hope he’d somehow always been able to keep lit in his chest had been snuffed. Uja had betrayed him. Vanessa was a glorious, loyal, fiery female who would never want him back, and soon he would cut ties with everyone else he’d ever known.
The weight on his chest grew heavier as he stared at her. He nodded, turning to walk out the door. What else could he say to her right now? She didn’t want him around, yet all he wanted to do was to be around.
“Also…I like the idea that you’re a little obsessed with me now.”
