Love Hate Relationship

Chapter twelve

Sasha stepped out of the bathroom while thinking of what to wear, she rummaged her wardrobe but wasn't satisfied with any of the cloths there, her eyes kept drifting to the walk-in closet and the rack filled with lady wears. No no, Sasha, don't go there, she cautioned herself. She opened one of the boxes she came back with and brought out some of her old wears but none of them seem to be the right thing to wear. Her eyes drifted to the walk-in closet again and she bit her lower lip.

Of course, this will be the right time to get him to talk, why should she be afraid? She is his wife, why should he be keeping female wears and she is not allowed to touch them? How possible? After seeing through her reasons, she got up still wrapped in a towel and walked into the closet. She reached the rack and wowed again, she strongly believes there is only one piece of each gowns in the world, she touched a red long gown and immediately fell in love.

She brought it out and walked to the mirror, placing it on her chest, exquisite, she thought while staring at herself in the mirror. She also took a red stilettoes before leaving the closet. She dressed in the gown and styled her hair in a buffet ponytail. She applied mascara and a red lipstick, an earring and a necklace. She put on the stilettoes and stood up to look at herself in the mirror. The gown clasped to every curve in her body. It had a long split to the thigh that you can see her leg when she walks. It looked beautiful.

She glanced at the time and it was thirty minutes to eight, she grabbed her purse and her phone. She looked at herself again to admire in the mirror when she heard the sound of a car parking, she rushed out of the room immediately.

Michael parked his car, grabbed his briefcase and stepped out. He need to take a quick shower and change into some fresh clothes, he thought. He walked into the house in time to see Sasha coming down the stairs in a princess style. He froze while looking at her, the gown looks familiar but it looks like it was made for her body, he looked from her hair to her lips, her chest, her curves and down to the split exposing half her thigh, he gulped as his eyes reached her feet and back to her face, there is only one word, Beautiful.

Beautiful, he screamed again in his mind but will he tell her that? Hell no. Realizing he has been staring that much, be blinked twice and looked away, he swallowed and walked past her up the stairs. He rushed to their room and blinked again and again and again, trying to wipe away that image of her from his memory. Realizing it's not going to happen, he undressed and walked into the bathroom to have a cold shower. He turned on the shower and let the water splash on his face but then he remembered her eyes, her lips, her bosom, her curves and her very fair thigh, he shut his eyes tightly but the memory keeps coming. 

The feeling of her lips that day at the altar, how soft it was even though it was a brief kiss, heaven knows he had wanted more, and the torture of sleeping beside her on the same bed but can't touch her on their wedding night, he hadn't slept till three in the morning while trying to wipe away the thought that she is lying beside him just a meter away. He shook his head to shake away the thoughts and his body shivered. He opened his eyes and looked at the lower half of him that has reacted to his thoughts and cursed.

Trying to keep himself from thinking about how soft her body looks, he remembered he had seen the gown some where and then thinking, he recalled that he picked the gown himself, it is the only piece of it's kind and his designer had gifted it to him. Anger boiled inside him as he remembered that he had placed it his closet along with the others, then does it mean she went into his closet?

He turned off the shower immediately and left the bathroom. Drying his hair with a towel, he walked into his closet and searched for the gown and indeed, she took it from here, of course she did, he can remember he told his designer not to make one like it again. He grabbed the nearest shirt and put on along with it's pant and suit. He put on his shoes and left the closet, dried his hair and combed it, put on his wristwatch and left the room in a fit of anger.

Sasha was sitting on the sofa while waiting for him, she heard the door slam and looked up at the stairs to see him coming down. Perhaps due to his anger he didn't notice the color of his dressing, he was dressed in red all through. She wanted to compliment but then she noticed the anger in his eyes.

"You really have no fear do you?" He asked icily.

Sasha creased her brow, what now? She thought "I don't understand."

Michael snorted "of course you don't. You love playing dumb. My third rule, stay out of my business. Why can't you just do that!" He shouted.

Sasha finally figured what was wrong with him "I saw it in the walk-in closet."

"Exactly. Who gave you the right to go in there?"

"I was just looking around when I chanced upon it. I saw the rack with dresses. I didn't know what to wear so I picked from it."

"You have no right."

"Why? Why don't I? Why do you have so many lady wears in your closet?" She retorted.

"It's none of your business!" He replied icily.

"Oh really? If I am not allowed to wear them, then who is?"

"Still not your business. It's my house, my closet, my clothes. I do with it however I want!" He shouted.

"But why? Why have so many? Why I'm I not allowed to wear them?" She shouted back.

Michael walked closer to her, he grabbed her on the neck "you do not shout at me. Nobody shouts at me. You do not talk back at me, understand? When I'm talking, you shut up, clear?" He tightened his hold on her neck. Sasha struggled for breath as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

The tear dropped on his hand and he woke up, he released his hold on her immediately and walked out of the house. Sasha sniffed and wiped away the tear but more kept coming. She tried to get her emotion in place and when she finally succeeded, she picked up her phone and purse and walked out of the house too. He was already sitting in the car, she walked to the passenger's door and got in. She buckled her seatbelt and tried her best to minimize her presence.

Michael stared at her, he wanted so badly to hold her, to say he is sorry for his earlier action, but he couldn't, he couldn't get himself to say it. Her silent sobs burns in his heart and the place her tear touched on his hand scorched him. He closed his eyes for some seconds before opening them again, he started the car and slowly pulled out of the driveway.