The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter
The entire fucking night, Blue wouldn’t let me touch her.
Nope.
My wife had made her life mission to slowly torture me to death. I’d tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about all the
things I could have done to her, but I’d brought this situation onto myself and it killed me not knowing how long she was going to
torture me like this, might as well stab me with a knife.
I woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. I saw her chemise lying on the floor, and I instantly turned harder thinking of her
and climbed out of bed. I decided to take my chances as I walked to the bathroom and tried the sliding doors but they wouldn’t
budge. The glass was fogged up with the steam and her delicate nude form was partly visible.
I knocked on the glass door. “Blue...”
“Go away.”
“Baby, please let me inside.”
“I told you to leave.” She said adamantly.
What the hell?
I wasn’t really experienced a whole lot where marriage was concerned, but I’d seen my mom fight with dad at night and then
when they woke up in the morning, it was almost like the fight even didn’t take place. Shouldn’t this situation be the same? Why
was Blue holding it against me?
Right.
The baby.
My wife didn’t care about money, parties, heck, not even the diamonds. All she cared about was having a baby and I’d been a
total douche-canoe and refused her the one thing she wanted the most.
What else could I do? She’d married a poor man, she knew that. She also knew how I had to study and work my ass off at the
same time, and yet she couldn’t see the logic behind it. All that mattered was a baby.

“Blue,” I said softly.
The door didn’t open and I knew at that time that I wasn’t getting any pussy anytime soon. I was starting to feel sorry for my dick,
literally.
I decided to give Blue some space, I knew she’d come around. I needed to sit her down and explain the situation again and pray
that she understood. The chances of her understanding were nil. She was acting like a kid who had been denied their favorite
candy, and throwing a tantrum was the only way she was going to get it.
We had the town mayor’s barbecue dinner tonight, it was casual night so I’d gone with a simple checkered shirt over jeans. Blue
was wearing a lovely pink off-shoulder dress that made her look like an innocent angel. The dress complemented her creamy
complexion. I watched her from the doorway as she tied her long hair in a pony-tail with a pink satin ribbon on it.
She caught me staring, blinked and then looked back into her reflection in the mirror.
This was our first fight as a married couple, and hopefully the last because truthfully it sucked.
“Blue, can we talk?” I asked.
“Can we have a baby?”
I blew out a breath. “I told you we can’t.”
“Then there’s nothing to talk about, Hunter.” She said in a flat response.
“Why is it so hard for you to understand? A baby is not a plaything or a toy. A baby comes with a lot of responsibilities, Blue.”
“I never said babies were playthings. We’re married. You told me that if we married, we could have a baby.”
“Is that why you married me? Just because you wanted a baby? Is that the only reason?”
“Of course it’s not. You’re aware why we got married.” She said and then her bottom lip trembled. “You killed my child.” She said
quietly, trying to wipe her tears.
My mouth remained slack open. “What?”
“You gave me that pill yesterday and tried to kill my baby!”

I looked heavenward for the first time in months. “Blue, there’s no baby in there.”
“You’re a liar!” She said softly.
“Trust me, there’s no baby yet. I’m not lying. The pill prevents pregnancy, not kill babies.” I clarified again as I walked to her and
placed both my hands on her shoulders. I leaned in and kissed the top of her head. “I would never lie to you about this.”
I kissed her forehead and slowly down on her cheeks when I reached her lips, she struggled out of my hold.
“How long are you going to keep this up?” I asked coldly because I couldn’t keep the frustration out of my voice.
She took one look at me, slid off her panties, and picked up her dress in her tiny fist, it bunched up near her waist. She lied down
on the bed with legs spread. The tears were sliding down her face.
“What are you doing?”
“This is what you want, don’t you?”
“What the fuck?!” I snarled through gritted teeth. “Yes, I want to have sex with you but not when you’re crying and sobbing like
this. Jesus. I’m not a monster.”
She looked mildly surprised as she sat upright. “I’m not denying you your rights. Apollo said...”
“What did he say?”
“Apollo said I should let the husband do whatever he wanted.”
“I don’t care what your brother says. But we’re not going to do anything until you’re like this.”
I walked out of the room and slammed the door behind me.
* * *
The town Mayor Mr. Cole and his wife were warm and welcoming people. They made us feel like home as soon as we joined the
barbecue party.
Their son, James, was flipping burgers on the grill. He waved at me when he saw me walk in. James was only a year younger
than me, and I remembered playing with him when we were kids. As a kid, he used to be a chubby big mouth who liked to pick

his nose often. Hannah hated his guts because he occasionally stuck gum in her hair.
Now, James appeared different after all these years. I hoped he didn’t pick his nose anymore.
“Oh look, a water fountain!” Blue called out loudly, pointing at the Dolphin water fountain.
Heads turned to look at us. Suddenly, she became aware of the many people looking at us and realized that we weren’t yet back
on talking terms. Her eyes held mine for a second before she looked away.
I squeezed her hand before she could go flying like a free bird that she was. “Listen, Blue. People are going to ask you
questions, if you don’t know the answer, just don’t say anything. Okay? And no talking about anything that happens in our
bedroom.”
“Okay.” She agreed.
“It’s absolutely off-limits, do you understand?”
“I do.”
“Alright, good girl.”
Blue was pulled away by Mrs. Cole. She led her away to introduce her to the other ladies of the town, leaving me all alone to
look out for myself.
I walked to the barbecue station and picked a variety of meat and some salad to go with it. The waiter poured me a generous
amount of wine. I took a bite of the tender chicken and it melted in my mouth.
“Enjoying the party?”
I looked up from the plate to stare into a familiar pair of soft brown eyes, “Viviana, nice to see you after a long time.”
She was trouble with a capital ‘T’.
She wore high-waist tight jeans and a crop top that showed off her skin. Her short black hair grazed her shoulders. Her eyes
moved from the bottom to the top, “Same here.” She clinked our glasses together.
Viviana popularly known as Vi was the eldest daughter of the mayor. She was the same age as my older brother Ryan, about
three years older than me, but when we were kids, and played house, she insisted that I play her husband.

Summer vacations were fun.
“I met your wife,” Vi told me. “Cute as a button, she is.”
“Thanks.”
“Which circus did you pick her up from?” She joked and laughed as if that was the funniest line anyone ever used. I threw her a
look.
“Still a jealous witch, aren’t you?”
That shut the laugher up. “Oh god, Hunt. I was kidding. But seriously, she’s making the ladies laugh, and I’m pretty sure she’s
going to get some birthday party gigs soon. We don’t have a clown in town.”
“Would you please stop doing that?”
“Stop doing what?” She asked defensively.
“Stop trying to act funny because you’re not,” I said and walked away from there when all I wanted to do was put my hands
around her throat and throttle her. I just didn’t want to go to jail.
I put as much distance between me and Vi as I could, but she followed me like a very obedient Retriever.
“Leave me alone!” I hissed at her, taking a drink of the white wine.
“Gee, Hunt. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She made a pout face. She wasn’t really sorry though.
She was still so fucking spoilt. I thought maybe, just maybe she’d matured over the years. Turns out that wasn’t the case.
“So, what have you been up to lately?” She asked, flipping her dark hair.
“Just taking care of dad’s restaurant.” Which was almost the truth, she didn’t need to know that I worked there as a waiter.
She gave me a nod. “Knew you weren’t the type with too many aspirations in life.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
She giggled and waved her hand, “Nothing.”

She was being mean on purpose. I decided to ignore it. It’s not like Vi was going to be my neighbor anyway. She liked to make
herself feel superior by putting others down, and I knew if she was a man, my fists would have loved to connect with her jaw.
“Wanna get out of this party? You know, like somewhere more private?”
I gave her a look that asked ‘Are you nuts?’
“Hell no,” I said.
“Oh, c’mon, Hunt. We can have a little fun, especially when your wife is going to do exactly that.”
My eyes followed Blue. It had probably been two minutes, tops, that I’d taken my gaze off her, and now she was standing there
by the tree talking to a tall, blond guy. And she was laughing. I watched as the guy placed a hand on her shoulder, and then he
casually started leading her away from the party.
My blood began to boil, and I saw red.
I couldn’t hear Vi speaking as I marched across the lawn briskly, “Hey!“I shoved him so hard he went reeling back.
“What the hell?!” He began complaining and then stopped when he saw the look of pure rage in my eyes. I pulled Blue to my
side and shoved him back, harder this time.
“Stay the fuck away from my wife, do you understand?! Touch her again, hell, look at her the wrong way and I’ll kill you, you
sonofabitch.”
“Oh my god! Hunt! That’s my husband!” Vi yelled behind me.
“This man is your husband?” I asked, flabbergasted.
“Yes!”
“So why was he flirting with my wife?”
“Big deal, Hunter. Stop acting so immature.” She began rolling her eyes instead of questioning her husband. “Maybe your wife
should stop trying hard to get so much attention, what with the blue hair and everything. She looks like those wannabe
mermaids. Brent was just being nice and...”

“He can be as nice as he fucking wants by keeping a fifty-feet distance from her and hands to himself.” I was shaking with anger,
I felt Blue’s hand on my arm. “You might as well try keeping your husband on a leash. That may help. And you say one more
word about Blue, and I’ll forget you’re the mayor’s daughter.”
Vi was fuming and she went to stand beside her womanizer husband, “come on, Brent. I think the city folks are really goddamn
crazy.”
Wow. Look who’s talking?
“I was just going to show her the horses in our stables,” Brent complained to Vi.
Yeah, fucking right. The horses.
What kind of wife would let her husband take another man’s wife to the fucking horse stables? What type of marriage had Vi
gotten herself into?
I led Blue away from there. There were some kids playing in an inflated little pool. I maintained a safe distance as we stopped
there. I nudged softly under her chin so we were making eye-contact. “What were you thinking about going with him like that?”
“He...He told me they had beautiful horses, and then he smiled and asked me if I’d like to see them, so I said yes.”
“Do you know how many horses we have on our property?” Before she could answer, I said. “Fifteen. And if you want more, we’ll
get them. Brent wasn’t taking you to show you any horses.”
“Then what other reason did he have?” She asked innocently.
I looked her over once. She really has no clue how beautiful she was to a man, did she?
“He was suggesting sex.”
Surprise turned to horror. “I didn’t know, Hunter. I’m sorry. But, he knew I was married. How could he...”
Even if I wanted to protect her from all the wrong things, I knew I couldn’t.
“Some people, well...” I scratched my head. “some people think it’s okay to have sex with other people while they are married to
someone else.”

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand like she’d heard the worst of the worst. Did she know there was a thing called
murder that existed in our world? And bad people? Maybe I was exaggerating but what would have transpired earlier was an
example of how truly pure Blue was. How would I protect her from all the evil of this world?
“Sweetheart, do not ever go with someone else like that without my permission, okay? No one ever gets to touch you other than
me.”
She nodded earnestly.
“I mean it.” I said firmly. “You’re everything to me, and I couldn’t bear to see you hurt in anyway.”
She nodded her head again.
“Good girl.” I pulled her closer and kissed her cheek.
I reached inside my pocket for my phone but realized I’d left it the house. I groaned, “I left my phone inside. Stay here, do not
move until I come back for you. No matter if anyone offers to show you Unicorns or fairies, you do not move. Okay?”
“Okay.” She said.
“I’ll say good-bye to Mr. and Mrs. Cole,” I called out before I took off towards the house.
It took a few minutes before I located my phone on the coffee table in the sitting area. Then I said a quick goodbye to the family
and made my way out of the house.
I heard a loud shriek and a splash.
Blue had gotten pushed into the little pool by a kid.
Blue had turned into a mermaid.