Jonathan's POV
"Just have an honest conversation with her, Jonathan!"
The world contained every kind of person imaginable. Some calculated every move while others acted on pure impulse. Some stayed grounded in reality while others danced on the edge of complete foolishness. Belle belonged to that last category, bouncing between extremes like she was training for some twisted marathon.
And I had zero patience for her gymnastics routine today.
"Listen, Belle, do you honestly believe I get some sick pleasure from pretending to be someone else in bed with my own wife, only to have her throw it in my face the next morning how much better the fake me performs compared to the real me?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Jonathan, but maybe that disguise actually does enhance your performance in that department."
Her amused giggles made the pounding in my skull even worse. The headache had started during lunch with my brother and refused to quit.
