My possessive husband and I got into an argument about me talking to my male friend earlier.

Both of us gave each other the silent treatment, and I feel kind of guilty, but I also feel like it was his fault for getting jealous.

That night, I decided not to eat dinner and went into a different room to sleep.

But to my shock, he blocked my way as he cornered me against the wall.

“Get out of my way! ”I said emotionless.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he pleaded.

“Move away! ”I said.

“I trust you, okay? ”I’m just jealous. You know how much I love you,” he said with sincerity.

Arghh! This man really knows how to get me and make me calm.

“I will be sleeping in the guest room tonight.” I grinned, teasing him.

When he suddenly lifted me and put me down in our king-size bed, he was on top of me.

“Pick a number, 1–12,” he said with authority in his voice.

"7,” I uttered.

“7 rounds then, to get rid of that nasty attitude of yours,” he said with a smirk on his face.

I think it will be a long night for us.