Married To An Impotent Billionaire

Stairs

Jasmine POV

I needed to get myself a wine to celebrate this victory. I had finally taken a stand and asserted my independence, and I felt like treating myself to something special. I parked my car by the roadside and hurried inside the wine shop, eager to find the perfect bottle to mark the occasion.

As I stepped inside, I was immediately enveloped in the rich, earthy aroma of fine wines. I took a deep breath, feeling my senses come alive. I looked around, scanning the shelves for a wine that fit the mood. My eyes landed on a bottle of rich, full-bodied Cabernet Sauvignon, its label adorned with intricate gold lettering. I could almost taste the bold, fruity flavors and the smooth, velvety finish.

"Which of them do you want, ma'am?" the attendant asked, noticing my interest in the wine.

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. "I'll take that one," I said, pointing to the Cabernet Sauvignon. "And make it a chilled bottle, please."

The attendant smiled and nodded, retrieving the bottle from the shelf. "Excellent choice, ma'am. That's one of our finest wines. I'll get it chilled for you right away."

I nodded, watching as the attendant expertly wrapped the bottle in a paper bag and handed it to me. "That'll be $50 please," she said with a smile.

I handed over my credit card, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. I couldn't wait to get home, pour myself a glass, and savor the taste of victory.

As I left the wine shop, I was feeling elated and carefree, the bottle of chilled wine clutched tightly in my hand. But my joy was short-lived. As I turned the corner, I saw my car being towed away, its sleek body slowly disappearing into the distance. My heart sank, and I rushed after the car, my heels clicking on the pavement.

I finally caught up with the tow truck, out of breath and panicked. "What's the problem, Mrs.?" the man towing my car asked, eyeing me with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

I grasped the window frame, my knuckles white with desperation. "That's my car, please release it to me," I begged, trying to keep my voice steady. "I didn't do anything wrong, I'm sure it's just a mistake."

The tow truck driver raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by my pleas. "

"I am sorry, we can't do that, it's too late," the driver replied, his tone firm but apologetic. "You know the rules before parking the car at the roadside. You're not allowed to leave it unattended for more than 30 minutes. You've been gone for over an hour."

I felt a surge of frustration and desperation. "I am sorry, I just rushed to get something in that shop," I explained, pointing at the wine shop I had just left. "I didn't think I'd be gone for that long. Please, can't you just make an exception this one time?"

The driver shook his head, his expression unyielding. "I'm afraid not, ma'am. The rules are in place for a reason. Meet us at our office and we can discuss the matter further," he replied, handing me a business card with the company's address and contact information.

I took the card, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. I had no choice but to follow the driver's instructions and hope that I could somehow resolve the situation at the office.

"Can I at least be allowed to take my bag with me?" I asked, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me.

The driver nodded his head sympathetically. "You are free to take anything inside the car," he said, gesturing to the vehicle.

I rushed inside the car, grabbing my bag and the movie script that I had left on the passenger seat. I took a moment to glance around the car, making sure I wasn't leaving anything important behind.

As I stepped out of the car, I watched as the tow truck driver expertly maneuvered my car onto the back of the truck. I felt a pang of sadness and frustration as I watched my car being taken away.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I pulled out my phone and ordered a cab, giving the driver my home address. I waited for what felt like an eternity, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.

Some minutes later, a cab pulled up, and I quickly got in. I gave the driver my address and sat back, trying to process the events of the past hour. I couldn't believe that my car had been towed, and I was now at the mercy of the towing company.

As the cab drove away, I caught a glimpse of the tow truck disappearing into the distance, my car safely secured on the back. I sighed, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. This was not how I had envisioned my day.

I pulled up to the house, still trying to process the events of the day. But as I stepped out of the cab and made my way to the garage, I was met with a surprise. My car, the one that had been towed away just hours before, was sitting in the garage, looking like it had never been gone.

I stood there, my mouth agape, wondering how on earth the car had gotten there. I had been told that I would have to go to the towing company's office to retrieve my car, and yet, here it was, safely parked in my own garage.

I couldn't believe it. Knoxville, my husband, must have somehow managed to retrieve the car and bring it back home. I was impressed, despite myself. Wow, I thought, Knoxville really is something else. I couldn't believe he had been able to get the car back in such a short amount of time.

Feeling a sense of celebration and relief, I pulled out the bottle of wine I had purchased earlier and opened it with a flourish. I poured myself a glass and took a happy sip, savoring the taste of the rich, full-bodied wine.

In a moment of playful triumph, I poured some of the wine onto the car, making a little ceremony out of it. And then, I let out a loud whoop of joy, feeling carefree and elated.

Almost immediately, Knoxville rushed out of the house, a look of surprise and concern on his face. "What's going on?" he asked, eyeing the wine-drenched car and my triumphant expression.

I just grinned at him, feeling happy and relieved. "Just celebrating the return of my beloved car," I said, raising my glass in a toast.

"How did you get the car back?" I asked Knoxville, my curiosity getting the better of me. "The car was towed away, and I thought it would take some time before I could get it back. How's this even possible?" I pressed, my eyes narrowing slightly as I tried to understand the circumstances surrounding the car's sudden return.

"Take your hand off that car," Knoxville said, his voice firm but calm. "This is the new car I just bought."

I stared at him, speechless. My mind struggled to comprehend what I was hearing. I didn't want to believe that Knoxville had bought the exact same car, just because I had taken the other one away from him today. It seemed like an absurd and excessive reaction, but the smug look on his face told me that he was dead serious.

"You...you bought a new car?" I stuttered, trying to process the situation. "Just because of what happened today?"

Knoxville nodded, his expression unyielding. "I told you, I don't like being taken advantage of. And I always get what I want."

I shook my head, feeling a mix of emotions: frustration, anger, and a hint of admiration for Knoxville's unwavering determination.

"Make sure you get my car back for me," I said, trying to sound firm but feeling a bit uncertain. I knew that Knoxville had already proven that he could get what he wanted.

"Mr. man, I don't have the money or the time to get your car back," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while also conveying my utter lack of interest in pursuing the matter further. "You can be a good husband and go help me get the car back," I suggested, batting my eyelashes at him in a playful attempt to guilt trip him into doing my bidding.

"I have so many things to do, and I just can't afford to waste any more time on this," I continued, trying to sound as busy and important as possible. "I've just landed a role in my favorite actor and writer's new movie, and I need to practice my lines and get into character. It's a huge opportunity for me, and I really can't let anything get in the way of my preparation."

I gazed up at Knoxville, hoping to see a look of understanding and support on his face. But instead, he just raised an eyebrow and looked at me like I was crazy. "You expect me to drop everything and go chase after your car, just because you've landed some movie role?" he asked, his tone incredulous. "What's wrong with you, woman?"