Love-Hate Relationship

Chapter Five

Waking up in the morning, Sasha found herself taken aback by the unfamiliar room. She frowned, the realization hitting her only then—she was married. Well, you couldn’t blame her, seeing as she didn’t wake up in her husband’s arms.

“Husband?” She turned to the other side of the bed, but he wasn’t there. Then, the sound of running water reached her ears, and she knew he was in the bathroom. Immediately, she got up, went to the closet, grabbed a robe, and covered herself up, lingerie and all. Out of the room she went, down the stairs, and straight into the kitchen.

“Damn, you could get lost in this kitchen,” she thought.

Everything was where it was supposed to be, nothing out of place. “It really is nice to be married into a rich family.” Not that she was poor herself; after all, she’d been living a very comfortable life. She settled down to make breakfast, deciding to make it snappy since he was already getting ready to leave for work, wasn’t he? Actually, she couldn’t really say. After all, he couldn’t possibly be going to work; it was Sunday. She made pancakes with gravy, poured him a glass of milk, and set everything on the dining table—a table big enough for ten people.

She was about to head upstairs when she heard the sound of a door closing, and she knew he was coming down. He was dressed in a black suit and a white shirt. His hair, as always, was slicked back and wet. “Where is he going?” she thought. He looked really well-dressed. He dropped his briefcase on the couch and stretched to fix his cufflinks.

“Good morning,” Sasha greeted, but he didn’t hear her—or pretended not to. She bit her lip and moved closer to him. “Let me help you with that.”

Michael remained silent and continued with what he was doing.

“I made breakfast. I hope you like it,” she said with a smile.

Michael seemed to be done with his cufflinks now and only straightened. He picked up his briefcase again and walked towards the door. Sasha watched in surprise as he left, pausing at the door without turning to look at her. “When I give a rule, I expect it to be followed.” With that, he walked out of the house.

Sasha blinked twice and looked at the food on the dining table. “What the hell? Was last night not a dream? How am I supposed to live like this? How is this even possible? What the hell does he mean by that, how can she be married to him but nothing, no interaction, nothing? Fine, she gets it, he’s gay, but that doesn’t mean he has to be so cold towards her. What has she done wrong?”

She felt her head begin to pound at the thought and decided to let the matter rest for now. When he got back from wherever he went, she would talk to him. She looked at the pancakes and sighed before digging in. She went upstairs and took a shower, got dressed, and decided to explore her house. She walked around the house and couldn’t help but think that she really needed a housekeeper because she definitely couldn’t take care of this mansion on her own. Or maybe he already had one?

The house was not only lonely but also boring. She wished to call her friends over but didn’t want to freak them out; she just got married yesterday, after all. She played the time away on her phone, surfing the internet. When she got tired of the small screen, she switched to her laptop. Luck finally smiled on her face, and the day came to an end, but her husband was yet to return.

She prepared dinner and waited for him to return so they could eat. She sat on the couch, ready to wait for him, but ended up falling asleep on the couch. Waking up again, she looked at the time, and it was twelve midnight. She looked at the dining table; the food was just as she left it. “Could it be that her dear husband is yet to return or what?” She felt a sharp pain in her neck and winced; she must have slept so wrong just now.

She stood up and walked to the dining, staring at the food for a while before giving up on waiting. He could come back whenever he pleased. She went upstairs and tiredly opened her room, walking towards the bed and falling on it like a log of wood. She turned to her side and snuggled more into her pillow. Her eyes fluttered open, only to be met with a pair of blue eyes staring at her.

She jumped out of bed with a yell, but the man only glanced at her and turned his back to her. She stared at the figure lying on the bed as she tried to catch her breath. When did he get back? How come she didn’t hear him come in? Why didn’t he wake her up? Didn’t he know she was waiting for him? Why didn’t he eat the food? And most importantly, why did he have to scare her so much? She almost had a heart attack just now.

She really wanted to throw all her questions at him, but seeing the way he had his back to her, she knew she would only be talking to thin air. She sighed and got back into bed, her gaze on him. After confirming that he wouldn’t turn towards her, she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding and faced her side as well before turning off the bedside lamp.

The next day, she woke up to an empty bed again. She looked at the time, and it was already 8:15. How did she sleep in so late? She went downstairs, and as expected, he was gone. She sighed and went to the kitchen, fixing herself a bowl of cereal. When she was done, she went up to get ready for work.

She reached for her car key and remembered that it didn’t come with her. She picked one of the car keys she saw in his drawer and went downstairs.

When she got to the garage, she pressed the remote, and a black BMW slid open. She got in and headed to work. She would worry about her new husband when she got back. She got to her work and parked the car, coming down to surprised gasps from her workers. Didn’t she just get married on Saturday? What was she doing here? That was the thought on everyone’s minds.

Sasha smiled at them. Of course, she knew what they were thinking, but what was she supposed to do? Her new husband didn’t even eat the food she prepared for him all through yesterday. He also left the house before she could even wake up this morning. And to add to it, he also gave her three unbelievable rules on their wedding night. She laughed, mostly at herself, before walking into her office. She sat down and rested her head on her seat. Her eyes were closed. “Can I do this?” she asked herself again.

Well, the marriage was still very young, maybe with time, things would calm down, she hoped. Maybe luck would smile on her face, say, four to five days into the marriage. She sighed and sat up to work on a document when her office door opened, and four women walked in. She looked at them and smiled. They were her workers and also her friends. They all rushed to help her immediately she opened the branch and had been very supportive.

“Well, I’ll be damned. What the hell are you doing here?” Marilyn asked with her mouth wide open.

“No need to act surprised again, Marilyn. We all know that’s why she’s here,” Janet said. She was a mother of two and also the oldest of their group.

“But duh. Even if you didn’t go for your honeymoon, you should at least be on your bed,” Agnes, a mother of three, said. She was the same age as Sasha but got married when she was twenty-one.

Agatha walked closer to her, grabbed her head, and started turning it left and right as she intensely searched her neck. When she didn’t find what she was looking for, she proceeded to her chest and boobs. Sasha immediately grabbed her shirt. “Stop it, what is it that we don’t have?”

Sasha smiled. “I’m not saying you don’t have it, but that, what you are looking for is not there.”

“What do you mean it’s not there, so there are no love bites?” Agatha asked, and the other women gasped.

“No love bites? Don’t tell me Michael is such a gentle lover?” Marilyn asked in astonishment.

Agnes looked at her and snorted. “Gentle lover? I don’t think so. Even though he looks cold, I’m sure he’s a wild man in bed.”

“Look at her, how can you even tell? Have you spent a night with him? Have you even seen him?” Janet asked.

“Of course,” Agnes agreed.

“When?”

“On Saturday, at her wedding,” she replied, and they all burst into laughter, including Sasha. It was so good to have friends that could take your worries away.

“Okay, okay, okay. Speaking of, tell us how was your night?” Agatha asked, and they all turned to look at her with piercing eyes.

Sasha sighed and bit her lip. What was she going to tell them? That her husband actually gave her rules in the bedroom or that he actually went to bed immediately after his shower? “Em…”

“You know what, this is not the right place to talk about that. Girl, you owe us big time,” Marilyn added.

“Oh yes, you do,” the rest chorused.

Sasha looked at them in surprise. “What?”

“You didn’t live by the rule,” Janet said, and she shuddered. Rules, another rule? she thought.

“What rule?” she asked. Half of her soul was scared if they were going to give her a rule as hard as Michael’s.

“We all agreed that before we get married, we are going to have a girls’ night out. Girl, you planned your wedding in a month and didn’t take us for our girls’ night out. And we still want it,” Agnes explained, and the rest nodded their heads at her.

Sasha bit her lips; that was true. How did she forget? “So how am I going to make it up to you girls?”

“Exactly what I want to hear,” Agatha rejoiced. “You see, you are married to a billionaire now, so money shouldn’t be a problem for you anymore, right? Good, you are going to be spending on us tonight, girl.”

“I’m so glad my mother-in-law is close by; she will look after the little devils for me,” Janet smiled.

“I’m already calling my nanny.” Agnes punched in a number on her phone and started dialing.

“Little eggroll already went out with his dad and won’t be back until tomorrow, so I’m free,” Agatha chuckled.

Marilyn sighed. “Sasha and I don’t have babies yet, no need to worry about that, so we are ready.”

Sasha sighed. She wasn’t even in agreement, and they were already making preparations. “Girls, I…”

“No excuses, Sasha. Are you picking us up or should we meet at the club?” Janet asked.

Sasha bit her lip. When the girls agreed on something, there was no talking them out of it, so she better start thinking of a way to tell her husband—if he would even listen to her. But she still had to try. She sighed, thinking that she had originally planned to talk to him about his rules tonight. Well, there was always another night. “Okay, we will all meet at the club.”

The women shrieked and each blew her a kiss before walking out of her office. Sasha stared at the door after them. He wouldn’t refuse to let her go out with her girls, right? She meant, it was something that was supposed to be done even before her wedding, so he wouldn’t be angry when she told him, right? That was if he allowed her to tell him. “Don’t talk to him, remember?” The voice in her head reminded her, and she groaned.