Married
Chapter 8
Ashley got down from the car.
She felt sick to her stomach as she looked at the door.
"You're not going to fly in Ash, you'll have to walk," Mikhail said, and he hissed.
She didn't like the guy, not even one bit.
She wanted nothing more but to hit his head with a machete till he would die screaming.
She would keep to herself till they were married.
She fúçking hated him!
"It's a fucking mutual feeling." He said, smiling at her but she said nothing.
Ashley Crook was determined to make him pay.
Pay for the days he'd bullied her at high school.
Pay for the day, he'd make her feel like shit, as he fucked some girl in the girl's bathroom, with the door open.
He'd pay for the days, she left the school crying in the rain.
He'd surely pay for all that, sooner or later.
"You look like an ugly pumpkin, try to smile and look better no one would judge." He said and she didn't say a word.
Recalling those things was making her eyes well.
She was not supposed to cry for someone like him.
He didn't deserve her tears, he was a lone bastard.
He raised his hand to touch her face and she wriggled out of his touch.
"Don't ever fucking touch me with those dirty hands." She mumbled.
Would those hands be the same hands he would use to fuck her till she produced an heir for him?
She was now having a second thought but she would not stop.
Just as they were going in. He stopped, pressing her to the wall of the door.
"What is this?" She asked, and he huffed.
"Now, here is what you're going to do. I don't care whatever you're thinking or you're trying to get the fuck out of these things but it's not happening Ash. Not now, not ever. You're going to bear my child and you're going to fucking leave and if you don't I promise you your mother would suffer till you're ready to help her." He said and she clenched her fist, glaring at him.
If glares could kill, he'd be twelve fit under but he didn't care.
He wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing.
His hands moved up and he placed them on her boobs.
She flinched.
"What the fuck...
"These are going to be mine, no one else..only mine Ash and I'm going to enjoy them until I want to let go, so you better start thinking about something else rather than hate. cause I will still tell you sweetheart that it's a fúçking mutual feeling." He said and smile.
"You're a pig."
"Fair enough." He smirked and walked into the office.
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Ashley signed the marriage, her eyes welling up.
"Are you that excited about the Marriage, that you're crying?" He asked with a smile as he cleaned her tears.
Ashley didn't know what to say. Didn't what to say anything at all.
He was a pain in her ass and she hated him for it.
Looking up at the man that held the registration papers and the marriage certificate she sniffed and smiled at him.
"I'm so excited babe, we're going to start a family soon." She said and turned to Mikhail.
He was stunned. He didn't expect her to act the way she acted.
He expected her to begin cussing him even in front of the man.
The was nothing he could not do.
If the man were to say a word, he'd make sure he never existed again.
It was just to make sure she was on track and looking at the way things turned out..she was indeed on track.
She clutched his shirt, and her tears poured out the more as she kept saying she was excited but he knew more.
He knew the reason she was crying. He knew she was just putting on a show with the words but the tears were coming from her heart.
She was crying for getting stuck with him...and he relished the tears.
"Let's go home now." He said and she shook her head.
He lowered himself to her ears and smiled sweetly before whispering the other words.
"Don't try me, sweetheart, getting some broken bones done is something I'm good with." He whispered and she tensed In his arms.
He liked that!
"Now get the fuck up, and let's go home, babe." He whispered again and she did just that.
Raising her head to meet his gaze she let go of him and made her way to the car.
He watched her walk like someone that was going to die a little while later.
He didn't care though.
If she fell sick, he'd make sure she resurrected and she would do the deed he paid for her mother's surgery, he didn't do charity.
Walking closer to her, he picked her up in a bridal style and she gasped.
"Since you can't walk, I'll be helping you now." He said and she hissed, not looking at him.
He didn't care, the feeling was perfectly mutual.
He got into the car and she sighed.
"You've got some action right there, didn't know you had it in you." He said.
She said nothing, staring out the car.
Mikhail Mazza hissed.
One thing he hated so much was being ignored.
Women wanted him and having the woman In his car ignore him was pissing him off.
"We're going to have Rules!" He gritted his teeth, and she turned to look at him.
"What rule?"
"Rules you would have to abide by Cara Mia, I won't have you disobey me in my own house." He said and she huffed, rolling her eyes.
"Firstly, you're not going to ignore me. Secondly, you're going to do everything I say. Thirdly you're not expected to touch me outside the bedroom, and when we're in the bedroom..touching me would only be when we're having sex." He said and she huffed loudly.
"I do not want to touch you Mikhail, neither do I want to have sex with you...like I said, I'm not a virgin." She answered, looking out the car again.
He smirked and nodded.. igniting the engine of the car.
"Okay then, we're both on the same side now."
TBC
