Love Hate Relationship

Chapter nine

Sasha felt the sunlight on her face, she frowned and wondered in her sleep how the sunlight was able to seep through into the  room with it's drape always closed. Her neck hurts just like her back, she noticed she wasn't laying comfortably and her eyelids fluttered open. The first thing she noticed was the windshield and her brows creased, how can they be a windshield in their room?

The sunlight shines through the window and that was when she noticed she was sitting. She tried to get up but noticed the seatbelt strapped on her body, her frowning face turned uglier and she looked around her surrounding, only to notice the steering wheel, the driver's seat, the gear and for her to make up that she is in the car.

Why would she be in the car? She wondered and details of last night came pouring in, she had gone out with the girls and they had gotten drunk, she had gone to the ladies room and then she had seen Michael. He had carried her on his shoulder after shouting at her and punching a guy, he had brought her to his car and had put on her seatbelt. Thinking to that, she now realized what happened, she had fallen asleep in the car and heaven help her, he left her in the car!

Sasha laughed at herself, her husband actually left her sleeping in the car the whole night. Oh God, she thought, what have I gotten myself into? She unlocked her seatbelt and got down from the car. Her back hurt so bad, she tried to stretch herself but it only made it worse. She walked into the house yawning.

"Well I thought I got married to a gentle lady" she heard and turned to see her husband lying on the couch with a newspaper in his hands. He was looking at the papers and she had to question herself if he actually is the one that talked and by the way, what is he still doing at home? She decided to just forget about him, her back really hurts. She made her way to the stairs.

"Only to find out she is actually a slut" she heard and stopped in her tracks, she turned to look at him again and this time, he was looking at her, his crystal blue eyes burning into hers.

"I am not a slut" she answered and the corner of his lips arched upward in a faint smile.

"Aren't you?" He folded the newspaper and dropped it on the table before getting up. He walked closer to her and folded his arms on his chest "care to explain what happened last night?"

"I can't remember" she answered.

Michael scoffed "you think I'm a fool? If I am then I wouldn't be where I am today."

Sasha sighed and licked her lips, today that she doesn't want to talk to him, he actually chose it to be the day to talk to her? "What do you want?"

He raised his eyebrow and chuckled but she can see that it didn't reach his eyes "what do I want? My wife left our home two days after our wedding and to go to a club to be dancing with another man. What do you make of that?"

Sasha thought hard and then she remembered when it happened, she bit her lip and wondered how he got to know, just why was he at the club? "Nothing to say?" He asked and she looked at him.

"I was drunk."

"Really? I didn't ask you to get drunk."

"Is that why you left me in the car?" She asked looking intently at him.

"I didn't ask you to sleep in the car. And as drunk as you were, you wouldn't wake up if I call you. What do you expect me to do, to carry you? I don't have such strength" he replied.

Sasha closed her eyes and sighed "and you let me spend the night outside!"

"Whoa, I didn't ask you to spend the night outside."

"I was drunk!" She shouted.

"I didn't ask you to get drunk and you don't shout at me young lady. Nobody shouts at me" he was looking at her, really angry now "nobody."

Sasha let out a sigh and tried to keep the tears in "why...why do you hate me?"

Michael was shocked, he wasn't expecting that so soon and he was lost for words at the moment. He thought of a way to refute her but he can't possibly think of the best answer, does he hate her? Of course he does, but why? He can't even answer himself. He turned away from her not wanting her to see his battling with his thought "no more work for you."

Sasha was dumbstruck, what did he say? "Wh...what..what did you say?"

He turned to look at her "no more work for you."

"You can't do that!"

"Yes I can."

"No you can't" she refused to accept it.

Michael sighed and walked to the couch he was laying on before. He picked up a brown envelope and brought out some papers "this is why you married me right?" He held up the papers for her to see.

Sasha saw it written bold and clear J&J and knew immediately what it was but his words that followed later shocked her "I...I...I.."

"Don't deny it. You were told I can get you the Jack and Jones contract and you agreed to marry me immediately" he bit his lip trying to hide the hurt in his eyes, he mustn't let her know he is hurt, he mustn't show her that it hurts him to find out that she married him simply because of a contract, a freaking, lowly hundred million dollars worth contract. Is that what he worth to her? Hundred million dollars? Heaven knows he really wants to ask her that question but no, he can't, he can't tell her how he feels.

Sasha stood staring at him, how did he know? Should she tell him that her plan changed immediately she knew he was the groom? Will it change anything? Will he believe her? She thought of what to say but can't even think of anything.

Michael took a deep breath and hid his emotion deep in his heart "since that's the case. I will give you the contract but you have to do everything I say, starting from no more work."

"But what will I be doing here?"

"You are going to stay here and practice how to be a good wife and yes, you are not to see those women you called friends anymore."

"What!"

"Yes, if you want the contract, you have to earn it" he replied and walked past her to the stairs.

"It's not fair" she whispered.

Yes, it's not fair, because you married me for a freaking contract, he so much wanted to say but changed it to "I do what I want."

Sasha couldn't control the tears anymore, she really want to shout at him that she love him, that she married him because of her love for him and not because of the contract. That he doesn't have to treat her like this, that he can be loving to her, caring, but will it change anything? He hates her, shouting that to him won't change anything. She slumped on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest.