Love Hate Relationship by Goodness Shadrach (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📖

Sasha opened her eyes slowly, her body aches a little, she felt her hand on the bed but it was empty, she furrowed her brows and looked around the room, her eyes settled on the man sitting leg crossed on the chair near the door that leads to the balcony, his eyes were sharp, clear and cold. She sat up immediately while holding the blanket to her chest, her hair was disheveled and was blocking her face, she immediately swept it from her face and tucked some locks behind her ear with her eyes not leaving the cold man in the room.

Michael watched her and slowly uncrossed his legs, "I never knew you are this scheming" his low, cold voice rang in the room.

Sasha gulped as she wait for him to continue but when he said nothing more, she got out of the bed with the blanket still covering her, she walked to her wardrobe and fetched out a robe which she quickly draped around her, she sighed and then faced the man whose eyes refused to leave her "I don't know why you are sounding like this."

Michael snorted when he heard her words "you don't know why I'm sounding like this? You took advantage of me."

Sasha's eyes widened in shock "I took advantage of you? How?" She asked stupefied.

Michael sat up and strode towards her "I never knew this is how you crave for a man. So all this while of staying in this house and acting like you don't mind, you have actually been waiting for the day you will see me at my weakest, I'm I right? That was why you didn't hesitate to throw your body at me last night."

Sasha's eyes stung at his words, throw her body at him? Why is he making it sound like she is a harlot? "I...I..."

"What, speechless? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Forcing yourself on a man?" His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion, one look at him and you will know that he is angry, very angry.

"For...for...force...my...myself? I didn't... Force myself" Sasha stammered, her eyes welled up and a lump grew in her throat, she tried to breathe but her chest was heavy, his words kept slamming in her head and straight to her chest.

"A man returned home drugged, all you were supposed to do was to leave him alone!" Michael shouted.

"You were the one who came to me, you were the one who kissed me."

"Stop lying against me! I will never kiss you!" Michael shouted, his eyes furious.

"I'm not lying, you approached me. I was asking if you were okay because you came in with your shirt in your hand, you looked so...I don't know, I tried to know what was wrong but then you started kissing me..."

"I was drugged!" Michael interrupted with a shout "I was drugged! I was not myself, do you think if I were I would touch you, that I will let you come close to me?"

Sasha kept staring at his face, trying to decipher his thoughts "why are you saying this to me?"

"You crossed the line. I told you, don't touch me, my second rule, don't touch me. Even if you are to fail to keep the others, you were not supposed to fail that one!"

Sasha couldn't take it anymore "stop! I am your legal wife. Why are you shouting at me like I have committed a big offense?" She shouted.

"You have committed a big offense, you touched me!"

"We are married! For crying out loud Michael we are married. I am your wife, and you are my husband. Whatever that happened between us last night was expected."

"We are married but only in name. You are not in my heart and you will never be."

Sasha opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, she tried to refute him but couldn't find her voice, a big lump was in her throat and her chest felt heavy, tears poured down her face as her eyes spoke of her pain "Stay away from me" she heard Michael say.

He looked at her, he could see her pain and he knew his words hurt her but he just couldn't get himself to swallow it, he had kept himself all along, and then one night, she took it away, he can't take it "I can't stand seeing a slut."

"A slut? Michael..."

"Don't, say my name" he enunciated each word carefully "I don't want to see you. Get out."

"Michael..."

"Get out!" He shouted.

Sasha shuddered at his voice but she couldn't get herself to take a step, her mind was blurring and the image of how passionate and loving he was last night flashed in her mind, is this the same man? "I..."

Michael suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her, he opened the door and dragged her out of the room, he climbed down the stairs while still dragging her behind him, two more stairs, he stopped and pushed her down. Sasha missed a foot and she fell at the foot of the stairs, she had waged her fall with her hand and now it hurts like crazy, more tears pour from her eyes but the pain she feels in her hand cannot amount to the one she feels in her chest.

"Stay away from me what ever your name is" he said to her and turned to walk up the stairs "Sasha" he heard and turned to face her again.

With her head bowed and a few sobs escaping her mouth, she turned to look at him with her tear filled eyes "my name is Sasha, do you remember now?"

Michael could hear her voice breaking and the emotion attached to each word, a string was pulled in his heart but he couldn't care less "I don't care!" He turned and climbed up the stairs.