Free True Love by Jacqueline Wulf

Chapter 1
    One thing Mykael especially loved about his beautiful, if somewhat
ditzy wife, Summer, was the way she smelled when she stepped out of the shower,
steam pouring out of the door with her, soft terry cloth wrapped around her
otherwise naked body, a few beads of water still clinging stubbornly to her
skin, glistening on her bare shoulders, her dark hair gleaming wet like a
seal’s skin. God, how he loved that woman. Mykael loved her so much he would do
anything for her. He’d die for her if he had to. He knew he could never live
without her, anyway. He was so happy he’d met her, so happy he’d married her.
She was his one true love and she made his life complete like no other woman
could ever do.
    He only wished she loved him just a little bit more than she
did. Maybe then their marriage could be more like his parent’s marriage had
been. His parents had always had the most perfect marriage, the most perfect
relationship. And Mykael, knew they were not just playing roles. He knew,
without a shadow of a doubt, that their love was genuine. They’d found true
love. Mykael tried not to envy them, but some days that was not the easiest
thing to do.
    His parents were always so affectionate and sweet to each
other. They’d been high school sweethearts who somehow never lost what they
had. Never lost the magic. Somehow, they grew into love, not out of it. It had
never been that way with Summer, but Mykael had married her because he fell in
love with her at first sight and never stopped loving her. He still hadn’t. He
would love her until the day he died. Summer was another story. Some days he
felt that she simply tolerated him, other days he felt she really liked him, at
least, and on the really good days he could almost feel that on the rare
occasion when she told him “I love you” she might actually mean it, at least a
little.
      In his heart, he felt that his love might warm her up to
him to him eventually, might someday make her love him the way he loved her. He
figured he could hope, at least. If a man can’t at least hope that his wife
might love him someday, what can he hope for?
    Mykael knew that Summer loved him for his money, first and
foremost. He wasn’t a stupid man. He designed computer programs and, five years
ago, when he’d written that first one that had made him his first million, he’d
known he had it made. In the computer world, and in any other world, you
couldn’t afford to rest on your laurels once you made it big, but you could
sure afford to at least take a little time now and then to enjoy your hard
work, maybe even find someone to share your life with, if you were lucky.
    He met Summer at a cocktail party and didn’t even try to fool
himself about why she found him so attractive. He was a good enough looking
guy, took care of himself, ran two miles a day, tried to eat healthy most of
the time. Didn’t live on pizza and beer like some of his old college buddies
did. Those were mostly the ones who dropped out, of course. Mykael had better
sense than that. He knew what he wanted in life and knew what he had to do to
get it. The only area he was lacking in was love. He’d spent too many years on
his education and then on his career that he never got a chance to meet the
right woman. Until now.
    Summer moved in on him fast and he let her. She was five
eight and had long silvery blond hair and grass green eyes. The day he’d met
her, she’d been wearing a little emerald green dress that made her eyes appear
even greener. She was stunning to say the least. No man could have failed to
notice her, and Mykael could never have resisted her, even if he’d wanted to.
Luckily he hadn’t wanted to.
    She was great in bed, and at least that made up for her
shortcomings in other areas, at least at first. Later, after they were married
he couldn’t fail to notice that she just didn’t seem as into sex as before,
and, he figured why should she be, not now that she had that piece of