Love Hate Relationship

Chapter twenty

Sasha got to Michael's car and got in just as he was getting in the driver's seat. She sighed and looked at him as he pulled out of the parking lot "thank you."

Michael glanced her way with a furrowed brows "for what?"

Sasha smiled, if there is one thing she is good at, is to know when someone helped her and she never hesitate to show her gratitude. It's true he said he did what he did yesterday just to save his face but she knew that if it wasn't for him, she really would have been embarrassed and now, in the presence of everybody, he got Kira to apologize to her "thank you for yesterday, I really appreciate."

Michael snorted and rolled his eyes "I said I did it for myself."

"I know, but any how, thank you."

Michael was speechless, should he say 'you are welcome?' But he couldn't get himself to say it and so remained silent for the rest of the ride. They got home and he went upstairs without her as always. Sasha sighed as she watched him go, should she make dinner? Will he eat it? She felt bothered by it but still decided to do it and so walked into the kitchen still dressed in her gown. She made spaghetti, beacon and eggs and took it upstairs with her.

Michael was sitting on the small chair and desk that was in their bedroom, he was working on a document in his laptop. Sasha dropped the tray that holds the food on the little nightstand beside the table and looked at him "I made dinner, I hope you will eat it."

Michael pretended he didn't hear her and continued with his work, Sasha let out a sigh and walked to her wardrobe, what was she expecting? He is conversing when they are outside or when he wants to make life difficult for her, apart from that, he hardly behave as if she is around. She decided to take a shower and started to undress but stopped when she remembered he was in the room, what is she to do now? She has never undress when he is in the room before or even if he is, he will be asleep.

She bit her lip and thought about going into the walk-in closet but what if he gets angry? She decided to go into the bathroom when something hit her, hold on, this man here is her husband not a stranger, if she can't undress in his presence then who else will she? She looked at him from the corner of her eyes but he seems engrossed in his work. She had told herself that she is going to make him choose women over men but ever since living with him, she is now doubting if he really is gay?

Well, whichever it is, she is going to win his heart, in as much as he appears cold, she had noticed that there is a soft spot in his heart and she is going to make sure she occupy that space, no matter how long it takes, she is not giving up on her marriage and she is going to get her husband to love her, she has to try, for crying out loud she has been loving him since highschool, isn't that long enough? She heaved a sigh as she slowly undid her zip and her dress fell on the floor.

From the mirror on the wardrobe, a pair of blue eyes was watching her reflection, he had noticed when she was contemplating where to undress and had just been waiting to see what she would do next, he had never expected her to undress with him in the room but heavens, her body is gorgeous, he couldn't get his eyes away from the mirror, he had always known her body will look good but not this good.

He watched as she pulled off her panties to reveal a very fair and smooth ass, that was not tanned, no signs of pant lines. Her hand reached and unhooked her bra to release two succulent boobs. Michael felt his body tightening and knew a part of him was really enjoying and reacting to this feast to the eyes. He watched her bent and picked up her gown before walking to the wardrobe and he averted his eyes immediately while trying to calm down the desire she had aroused in him.

He knew when she entered the bathroom and the sound of running water was not helping his case, he envisioned the water splattering on that body and his breathing pace increased, he shut his eyes and snapped it open almost immediately to clear the picture from his mind, he tried to focus on his laptop again but all he saw was a blurry screen. He groaned and stood up, he paced around the room and wondered what was taking her so long to get out of the bathroom so that he could stop hearing the running shower and also stop thinking.

When he finally admit that he can't clear his mind, he walked to his drawer and brought out a pack of cigarette and a lighter before walking to the balcony. He pulled out a stick and lit it, lift it to his mouth and took a long drag before puffing out the smoke into the air and tried to clear his mind from the naked woman taking a shower now in his bathroom.

Sasha walked out of the bathroom minutes after to perceive cigarette smell, she frowned her face and wondered how it was possible to perceive the smell. She changed into her night wear and draped a robe on her body before following the scent out to the balcony where she saw Michael standing with a lit cigarette stick stuck in between his index and middle fingers. There were tons of cigarette butts laying on the floor and she couldn't contain her shock, Michael smokes?

"You smoke!" She exclaimed, jolting him out of his thoughts, he turned to look at her, seeing that she was now dressed in her night wear and a robe on her, he didn't know if he should be happy or sad, he looked away from her and took another drag from his stick and puffed out the smoke.

"What is wrong with it?" He asked.

"Nothing, just that you...it's not good for your health."

"I never knew I'm married to a doctor or did you just become one this night?"

Sasha sighed and bit her lip, looking for a better way to explain to him "well, I'm not the only one who knows it's not good for the health. Look at that pack you are holding, even the manufacturers wrote it for you to see 'smokers are liable to die young' it's right there" she pointed at the cigarette pack in his hand.

Michael chuckled as he took yet another drag "what are you afraid of, that I'm going to die and make you a widow so soon? Don't worry, I still have long years to live."

Sasha took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, there is just no reasoning with him, she concluded and walked back into the room. She tucked herself into the bed but just couldn't sleep, the cigarette scent is really disturbing her, she hate smokers. She can remember she broke up with Daniel back then in school because she found out he smokes, same with Jerry and now here she is, married to a smoker, can heaven hate her more?