Coming back to my senses, I pushed him away with all the force I could muster and slapped him across the face. How dare he! He had absolutely no right to do that to me — to steal my first kiss from me. As oddly as it sounded, it was my first kiss. I hadn't really had the chance to be in a relationship with any man. My whole life, until now, had been spent trying to please my ungrateful parents. He might be my husband on papers, but I didn't consider him as one. What he did was an act of harassment. I gnashed my teeth in anger. "Who do you think you are to kiss me like that?"
"Your husband." He replied, moving even closer to me.
I took a step back. "Don't come any closer." I warned.
"Otherwise?" He asked. He was barely six inches away from me now. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm..." I
