Horny Asher's desires
Lindsay POV.
The last thing I loved doing was making dinner. It always made me more tired than I was. But I couldn't tell Asher I was too tired to make dinner. Sometimes I felt the need to quit it all and just run away, but not without Shaun. I wanted a break from all this. My wife's duty and most especially my abusive husband's.
Someone entered the Kitchen and I didn't need to turn to know it was Asher. Since he didn't want to speak to me, I didn't see the need to keep trying. I thought he was going to do whatever he wanted to do and leave the kitchen the same way he came but he walked to where I chopped carrots instead.
I still didn't give him any attention. I wasn't in the mood to have a fight with him or anything.
“How was work?" he asked randomly and I was taken aback, but I didn't show it. Asher had never asked me about my work. He was only concerned about when I got back from work and the time too.
“Fine" I didn't look at him as I continued what I was doing.
“You didn't ask me how mine was?” he asked. He always had a way of playing victim anytime we spoke.
“How was work?" I asked bluntly with little emotion in my voice.
“I thought about you all through"
I scoffed. “You didn't even speak to me this morning"
“That was your fault and you know it"
“Says the man who doesn't know our anniversary nor my favorite color" I spat out, trying to suppress the anger that was building up inside me.
He leaned closer to me, pressing himself on me. I immediately felt disgusted when I felt his erection poking my back. No wonder he wanted to speak to me now. He was just horny and needed to satisfy himself.
I couldn't even remember the last time we had sex. Apart from the time, he raped me. Asher could include that as sex, but it remained rape to me.
I didn't give Asher any attention as I continued chopping the almost-finished carrots.
“Happy anniversary," He muttered under his breath, but that didn't soften my face that had a disgusted scowl on it. I didn't want him anywhere around me, but I knew Asher. He wasn't going to leave until he got what he want.
“Same to you," I said, not failing to hide the sarcasm my voice held.
He slipped his hand from my back and held my hands that were busy with the carrots. “Drop this" he took the knife from my hand and put it down.
I didn't want him, but I found my mouth too heavy to say it.
He turned me to look at him and I still couldn't succeed in taking the glare off my face. He cupped my face, bringing it up to look at him because I was staring at his chest instead of his eyes.
I felt revolted immediately. “I am not in the mood Asher" I brushed past him and walked away from the kitchen, hoping and praying that he wouldn't follow me.
I walked to my room and sat on the bed. I wanted him to leave the house. It was night, but I still wanted him out. It suddenly felt like I couldn't stay in the same space with him. I felt suffocated whenever he was around me or even looked at me.
The door to the room opened and I sighed in frustration. I knew I had to give him what he wanted. That was pretty much my only duty in the already pathetic marriage.
I stood up from the bed and brushed past him to get out of the room, but he held me back and I stared into his pleading eyes. It pissed me off so much. Had he forgotten how he slapped me the previous day?
“Fine," I said, not failing to hide the anger my voice held. I began to slip the gown I was wearing off. “This is what you want right? You can fucking have it" I took everything off. Standing in front of him, I spoke again."Where do you want to do it? On the roof, the floor, the bed? Just get it over with” I didn't want to look him in the eye because that would only make me feel more disgusted about myself.
He tried to kiss me, but I didn't let him. I pushed my face away from him and that made him angry.
“What is the meaning of this Lindsay?"
“So now you want to act like the loving husband that you aren't"
“Why are you so difficult? Each time I try to get better for you, you end up ruining it with your revolting character" he said and I couldn't help but scoff when I heard him say revolting. If my attitude was revolting, what would he call his?
“Because I know, you aren't going to change. You are just being nice because of your selfish interest. That wouldn't change who you are. I am not revolting you are. You disgust me, Asher"
He grabbed my hair and forcefully pulled me closer to himself.
“Asher" I yelped in pain. He dragged it so hard, hurting my roots in the process. I was certain some strands of hair were pulled off.
“Now listen to me," he said in a venomous whisper. He was taller than me, but he dragged my hair so high that I had to stand on my toes. Even with that, it didn't stop the pain I felt. I was surely going to get a headache. “You are my wife and you belong to me. I don't have to beg to have sex with you because I own you. Okay? Now get that into that thick skull of yours, you witch”
A whimper escaped from my lips as I waited for him to let go of my hair. He pushed me forcefully away from him and I landed on the bed.
I closed my eyes as tears flowed down my cheeks, waiting patiently for him to claim what he owned. I waited for almost a minute with my eyes closed, but nothing happened. I then opened my eyes and realized the devil was gone.
I wiped the tears off my cheeks and slipped off the bed to get my clothes on. It was crazy how Asher was always quick to anger. I barely even said anything, but I did hurt his ego with my attitude.
After getting dressed, I walked out of the room and made my way back to the kitchen to continue what I was doing. When I saw Asher, there, my stomach churned. He had a glass of water on his lips as he chugged the content. I ignored him and continued what I was doing. I was indeed impressed with myself that I didn't cry in front of him. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
I thought when he was done he was going to leave without saying a word, but he spoke. “Get things sorted out in your workplace, we are leaving Los Angeles next week”
My heart sank. I turned to look at him. “What do you mean by that?"
“We are leaving L.A for good Lindsay"
I felt my whole world crashing down in front of me. I couldn't leave Shaun.
A/N hello guys, I made a mistake at the beginning of the story. Please note; Asher and Lindsay have been married for 7 years and thier daughter is 5 years old












