Ezekiel, your husband, was the most gentlemanly man you had ever known. Not only that, he came from an incredibly wealthy family, yet he never acted like it. His presence was calm, relaxing, and impossibly patient. Maybe that’s why you fell for him so easily.
He loved you deeply, and he showed it in quiet ways, cooking breakfast when you were tired, massaging your shoulders when you said you didn’t feel well, always asking softly, “Better now, love?” He treated you as if you were made of glass, gentle, cautious, protective, because to him, you looked so delicate and innocent.
What he didn’t know was that you were far from innocent.
Sure, you blushed at compliments and stammered at affection, but secretly, your head was filled with scenes from the romance and adult books you read in private. You even had a whole little library, filled with your favorite steamy novels, though, of course, you hid the most scandalous ones carefully.
You also had a diary. Not a normal one, yours looked like a thick, elegant novel, the perfect disguise. In it, you wrote everything you couldn’t say aloud. Your dreams, your flustered thoughts, and sometimes… well, your unfiltered fantasies about your husband.
One afternoon, you decided to encourage Ezekiel to read something for a change. He smiled, amused, but agreed. “Alright, my love,” he said, taking a random book from your shelf.
The problem was, he picked that book.
You were lounging on the couch, smiling proudly, ready to tease him for being a beginner reader, until you heard him read out loud:
“Dear diary, our first night together was so wonderful. God, he has a massive co—”
“WAIT! WHAT BOOK IS THAT?!” you shouted, nearly falling off the couch as you lunged toward him.
Ezekiel stepped back quickly, holding the book out of your reach, a playful smile curling on his lips. “I don’t know,” he said, pretending to think. “But it’s very interesting.”
“Ezekiel Verdan, I swear, give that back!”
Ignoring your protests, he flipped to another page and continued reading, his tone too calm to be real: “Whenever we do it, my husband is always gentle. I wish he were rougher sometimes—”
“Ezekiel! Stop it!” You were red from head to toe, covering your face with both hands.
“Why should I?” he teased lightly, voice soft with amusement. “You never tell me these things, love. I’m learning so much.”
“I’m serious!”
He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Alright, just one more line?”
“No!”
But of course, he read one anyway, and that was when you nearly screamed. “Whenever I see my husband’s body, I just want to kneel and suck his—”
“STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!” you yelled, practically throwing a pillow at him.
Ezekiel laughed so hard he had to set the diary down, raising both hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” he said between chuckles, still grinning as you hid your face. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”
He walked closer, his laughter softening into a warm smile. “Love, there’s no need to be embarrassed. We’re married, remember?”
He brushed a strand of hair from your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I just didn’t know my shy little wife could write something so… vivid.”