Love-Hate Relationship

Looking at herself in the mirror, Sasha smiled and seductively bit her lower lip. She grabbed the makeup remover she had brought into the bathroom to clean off her makeup. Michael would be done at any moment and would come straight to the room, so she had to hurry and dress seductively for him. Damn, she still couldn’t believe it—she, Sasha, was married to Michael, the number one beauty at school? Damn, this felt too much like a dream. She turned on the hot water and got into the bathtub. After relaxing for a while, she jumped up, grabbed the lavender-scented liquid soap, and poured it into the water. She lay back in the tub and closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet, sexy fragrance. As she closed her eyes, her thoughts ran wild—why had he suddenly agreed to marry her? Could it be that he's hiding his preference for men from his family? It’s possible, of course—how could he tell them he's gay? His mother would have a heart attack. Well, it doesn’t matter if he’s hiding it or not. What matters now is that she’s his wife. She smiled at that thought—Sasha Brown—and smiled again. She stood up from the tub and turned on the shower to rinse her body. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her chest as she stepped out of the bathtub. She took another towel to dry her hair while standing in front of the mirror. She couldn’t tell what was going to happen tonight—whether he would touch her or not—but whatever happened, she’d be glad to fall asleep in his arms, to inhale that sweet scent of his, which had driven her crazy ever since she had to stand and sit next to him today. She pulled out black lingerie from the bag she had brought into the bathroom and put it on. She also applied deodorant and perfume. She brushed her hair and then applied her face cream. Looking at her side view in the mirror, she smiled—she was beautiful, and she knew it. That’s why guys had a hard time letting her go, though it hadn’t been satisfying since she couldn’t catch the attention of the hottest guy in school, Michael Brown. All that had changed now. She was his wife, and she was going to do everything in her power to make him see the good in women. She smiled at that thought before giving herself one last look in the mirror and nodding, satisfied with what she saw. She left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Shocked to see her husband in the room, sitting on a stool with his laptop on the desk, she gasped—when had he come in? Well, it didn’t matter; he was here now. She stood in the bathroom doorway, staring at him, wanting to know if he’d look at her, but he seemed so absorbed in whatever he was typing on his laptop. She pouted and walked to her vanity, sitting down and pretending to brush her hair again while watching him through the mirror. Damn, his back was impressive; she wondered what it would look like without the shirt. She watched him save his file and close the laptop. It’s time, she thought, turning to look at him. He was also facing her, legs crossed, his black hair lying flat on his head and shiny, as if he had just gotten out of the shower. His shirt was slightly open, his crystal-blue eyes burning into hers, and his sweet, sexy pink lips were pressed into a thin line. It was hard for her to stop staring at him, and she was snapped out of her daydream by the sound of him clearing his throat. He smiled slightly, and seeing those lips curl up, Sasha felt her heart beat faster. “I think you’re done and relaxed,” his deep, sensational voice pierced her mind. She stared at him and nodded slightly, and he nodded too. “Good, of course. What I have to say now should sink in deeply,” he paused for a moment. “Being my wife comes with a few rules, and if you follow them, we won’t have any problems.” Rules? Rules in marriage? Since when was that a thing? Sasha thought, but she couldn’t question him now. “Three rules: Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me. Stay out of my business.” Sasha’s eyes widened in shock—what kind of marriage would that be without those things? How could she be married to him if she wasn’t allowed to talk to him? Not allowed to touch him? Forget the business; she could handle that, but the other two? Michael stared at her wide-eyed expression without uttering another word. When he was sure his words had sunk in, he stood up and walked into the bathroom, leaving her staring into the empty space in shock.