Married To An Impotent Billionaire

Trouble in paradise

Chapter 8

"Why can't I ask you, Jasmine? I am your husband, we tied the knot," Knoxville said, his voice laced with frustration.

Jasmine chuckled sarcastically. "You must be kidding, did you perform your marital duties too as a husband?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with anger.

Knoxville scoffed. "What's my husbandly duty? Did you pay for the food you're eating and the house you're living in?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jasmine smirked, her lips curling up in a mocking smile. "Oh! You think a roof over my head and food on the table is enough to keep me silent?" she shot back, her voice rising in indignation.

“Are you supposed to live in my parents house?” she added.

Knoxville's face darkened, his eyes narrowing at Jasmine's words. "So, now you're questioning my husbandly duties? You think I failed you by not carrying you off the floor? Like I said you watch too many movies and it's getting into your head" he sneered.

"Jasmine's smirk never wavered. "Oh, I'm just stating the obvious. You're so caught up in your own ego, you can't see the reality. You didn't even bother to check on me, your own wife, when I was lying on the floor. That's not husbandly duty, that's neglect."

Knoxville's face reddened, his voice rising in anger. "You have a big mouth, is this how an actress behaves in real life?" he spat, his words dripping with venom.

Jasmine chuckled sarcastically, her eyes flashing with amusement. "Is this how a gentleman behaves in real life, Mr. Marital Duties?" she retorted, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

Knoxville's anger boiled over, his voice shouting, "You're a drama queen! I'm going to set rules in this house, and you will have to follow them, understand?"

Jasmine's response was firm and defiant. "In which house?" she demanded, her eyes locked on his.

Knoxville scoffed, his expression arrogant. "In this house, my house," he declared, as if ownership gave him superiority.

Jasmine's smile was sweet and deadly. "Stop dreaming, Knoxville. This is our house, and my husband's house. If you're not comfortable with me, go to your father's house," she said, her words dripping with honey-coated venom.

Knoxville's expression changed in an instant, his anger replaced by uncontrollable laughter. "Oh, you're a clever one, Jasmine," he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You always know how to cut me down to size.”

He paused, his eyes searching hers, and continued, "If I leave this house for you, are you going to stay here, without being scared?"

Jasmine's smile was radiant, her nod emphatic. "Of course, yes! What did you expect? This is our home, our sanctuary. I'll stand my ground, no matter what. It's a do-or-die case, Knoxville. I'm all in, for better or for worse.”

Knoxville's laughter faded, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at Jasmine. "So, you're willing to fight to the death to stay in this house?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Jasmine's smile never wavered, her eyes flashing with determination. "I'm willing to fight for what's mine, and that includes this house and our marriage," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "You might have thought you could walk all over me, Knoxville, but you're wrong. I am not a gentle lady so you should know what you're in."

Her phone rang out, and she realized with a start that she was running dangerously late. "Oh my goodness, you're the weapon sent to ruin my career!" Jasmine exclaimed, her voice rising in panic as she hastily gathered her things. She dashed towards her room, leaving Knoxville standing alone in the living room, a mixture of confusion and frustration etched on his face.

"Ugh, what have I gotten myself into?" Knoxville muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "How can I call this...this...force of nature my wife?"

Jasmine's head popped out of her room, and she shot back a retort, "Stop calling me a 'thing', Mr. Marital Duties! I heard you well!"

She dashed back into her room, only to emerge two minutes later, fully dressed and ready to go. Knoxville's eyes widened in amazement. "Did you even bathe at all?" he asked, incredulous.

Jasmine scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not smelling, am I? I used perfume, so no one will notice." She rushed towards the dining table, snatching the tea Knoxville had prepared for himself. "I'll take this, thanks," she said, gulping it down quickly before turning to leave.

“"How can you drink that? I made it for myself!" Knoxville shouted, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Jasmine smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You can just make another one, a star like me drank your tea, and you're not happy? It's an honor, darling!" She blew him a kiss, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're married now, learn how to take care of your wife," she said, her tone playful but firm. "Bye-bye, Mr. Marital Duties!" She winked, running out of the house, leaving Knoxville standing in the doorway, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Wow, I'm in for a wild ride with this one," he thought, chuckling to himself as he went back inside to make himself another cup of tea.

He heard the sounds of a car outside and quickly rushed out, realizing he didn't see his car key. To his surprise, he saw Jasmine attempting to drive away in his prized possession. "Hey! That's my car! How dare you?" he demanded, his voice firm and commanding, as he rushed out of the house to confront her.

Jasmine's smile was radiant as she waved goodbye, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I love this car too, but buy another one for me too. But today, I'm taking it. Bye-bye, darling!" She winked, winding up the car window as she pulled out of the driveway, leaving Knoxville standing in the yard, his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.

"Unbelievable!" he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm married to a car thief...and a sass master!" He chuckled, realizing that life with Jasmine was going to be full of madness