Married To An Impotent Billionaire

Marital duty

Chapter 7

"What the hell? You just messed up my cloth, are you out of your mind!" Knoxville yelled angrily, his face red with rage, his eyes blazing like hot coals. He clenched and unclenched his fist, his knuckles white with tension, before pushing Jasmine away from him with a force that made her stagger back and fall on her butt with a soft thud. She landed with a graceless plop, her arms and legs splayed out like a rag doll.

"Why are you so cruel?" Jasmine slurred, her words running together in a drunken slur. She clapped her hand drunkenly, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "You almost broke my back just because I drank your precious beer! Why are you so stingy? I've been hearing that being rich comes with being stingy, but I didn't know I was going to meet one of the stingy rich men one day!" She giggled, a silly, high-pitched sound that grated on Knoxville's nerves.

Knoxville's face twisted in disgust, his lip curling up in a sneer. "You're drunk, Jasmine. You don't know what you're talking about." He turned to walk away, but Jasmine's next words stopped him in his tracks.

"You know, Knoxville, you're not as perfect as you think you are. You're just a rich, arrogant, and selfish jerk!"

"How dare you!" Knoxville's voice was low and menacing, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're just a drunken mess, Jasmine. You don't even know what you're saying."

Jasmine laughed again, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm saying, Knoxville. And you know it too. You're just mad because I'm not afraid of you."

Knoxville's face turned red with rage, his fists clenched at his sides. "You should be afraid of me, Jasmine. I'm the one who can ruin you with a single word."

Jasmine snorted, her laughter echoing through the room. "You think you're that powerful, Knoxville? Newsflash, you're not as important as you think you are."

Knoxville's expression turned icy, his eyes freezing into a cold glare. "We'll see about that, Jasmine. You're going to regret ever crossing me."

"I want to sleep!" Jasmine yelled, her voice echoing through the room, before lying down flat on the cold, hard floor. Her body relaxed, her limbs splayed out like a rag doll, and her head lolled to one side. Some minutes later, she dozed off, her breathing slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.

Knoxville came down from his room some minutes later, his footsteps creaking on the stairs. He was surprised to see Jasmine sleeping peacefully on the floor, her face serene and calm. He scoffed, a harsh, mocking sound, before walking over to the chair. He sat down with a grunt, his eyes fixed on the TV as he changed the channel to his favorite show, football. The sound of cheering crowds and commentary filled the room, a stark contrast to Jasmine's peaceful slumber.

"She doesn't have any shame, does she?" Knoxville muttered to himself, his voice laced with disgust. "How can she be sleeping peacefully with this kind of noise? I don't know why father decided to force me to marry trouble." He shook his head, his eyes rolling in exasperation. He threw one of the throw pillows at her, the soft cushion hitting her gently. He stood up from the chair, his tall frame towering over her, before walking to his room, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

The next morning, the ringing of Jasmine's phone woke her up from her peaceful sleep in the living room. She woke up to see herself on the floor, her eyes bleary and confused. "Don't tell me I slept on the floor? Ash!" She exclaimed, her voice husky from sleep. She picked up her phone and checked the screen, her eyes widening as she saw Kayla's name flashing. She quickly clicked the answer button, bringing the phone closer to her ear. "Good morning, mother," she greeted, her voice still sleepy.

"Good morning, daughter. Hope you're fine? I just want to inform you that I am ready, the producer is waiting for us in his office, you need to audition," Kayla said, her voice firm and business like.

"f**k! How can I forget something like this?" Jasmine muttered under her breath, her eyes wide with panic. "Mother, can you please give me some minutes?" she asked, her voice laced with desperation.

"Sure, I will give you twenty minutes," Kayla replied, her voice firm.

"Thank you very much, mother," Jasmine said, her voice relieved, before ending the call.

Knoxville came down from the room, all dressed and ready for the day, and Jasmine scoffed loudly, her eyes rolling in exasperation. "Do you want to tell me you didn't see me sleep here yesterday night? Why didn't you carry me to my room?" she asked, her voice accusatory.

"I guessed you have watched so much romance drama, you expected me to carry you to your room? You must be out of your mind," Knoxville said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his eyes mocking her.

Jasmine's face turned red with anger, her eyes flashing with indignation. "You're a heartless man, Knoxville," she spat, her voice venomous. "You don't care about anyone but yourself."

Knoxville shrugged, his shoulders moving elegantly. "I don't pretend to be something I'm not, Jasmine. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you married me."

Jasmine's laughter was bitter, her eyes filled with tears. "I thought I knew, but I was wrong. You're a monster, Knoxville."

Knoxville's expression turned cold, his eyes glacial. "And you're a fool, Jasmine. You thought you could change me, but I'm unchangeable. You're just starting to realize it, aren't you?"

"The faster you change the better for you," Jasmine spat, her voice laced with venom, her eyes blazing with anger. "You should have a restless day at work. I wish your day will be worse than my hangover and my back pain," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm, her words hanging in the air like a curse.

Knoxville raised an eyebrow, his expression mocking, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come to think of it, when will you start your marital duties?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension, his words cutting deep into Jasmine's soul.

Jasmine's face turned red with rage, her eyes flashing with indignation. "You have the nerve to ask me that?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger, her hands on her hips, her body tense with fury.