Page 9 of Marriage Ever After
“Okay and I opened my own practice when Jordan was born but I was still there, no?” He narrowed his eyes at me standing in the doorway of the en-suite bathroom. He placed his hands on his waist, “what is this really about, Mila?”
I sighed as I rolled my eyes,
“can you stop calling my name like that? Mila. Mila. Mila. There’s no need for the condescending tone, Kash.”
“Now, you’re just being fucking childish and trying to change the subject. Why the fuck don’t you want more kids? That is one thing we decided on when we got married. I told you that this was something I would never budge on, yet you want to act like I’m asking you to give me a kidney. You’re being really selfish right now, Mila.”
I felt like he had just smacked me. I stood from my sitting position on the bed.
“How am I selfish? I’m the most selfless woman you’ve ever had in your life. Don’t start that shit with me. I literally readjusted my life to be with you!” My voice was getting louder.
Kash widened his eyes,
“hold the fuck up,” Kash pointed at his chest. “Did I make you readjust any fucking thing in your life? I have never, in the time that we’ve decided to be together, told you to drop a fucking thing you’re doing to make me feel like a man. I know what the fuck I can bring to this table, bunny, don’t get that shit twisted, yeah? You can think you’re selfless, but you know I will never lie to you. I will always tell you the truth, whether you have a shitty attitude with me or not.”
I cocked a brow as I mimicked his earlier stance with my hands on my hips.
“You’re going to look me in the eye and tell me about my shitty attitude when yours reeks like a day-old dirty diaper. Fuck you, Kash. Don’t you ever make me feel some type of way about how I am.”
Kash had the nerve to laugh.
“Are you even listening to a word I’m saying? Stop nitpicking on certain words. When have I ever sugar-coated my shit when it comes to you. I tell you the absolute truth whether it’s fucked up or not and you do, well did the same.”
“I still do.”
Kash tilted his head causing his hair that was free and lacking hair products to fall in his face. He raked his fingers through it bringing it back.
“No, you don’t, because if you did you’d tell me why you don’t want to have more fucking kids especially when this is a big deal for me. What did I say when we were still getting to know each other? I TOLD you that it was a deal-breaker for me, and you swore up and down that you wanted the same. Now, you’re fucking sitting here telling me nothing…You’re such a.” Kash stopped himself and turned walking further into the bathroom.
My eyes widened.
“No, Kash please say what the fuck you were about to say. Show me more how you’re just like the man you hate.”
Kash spun so fast on his heel and glared at me with such disgust in his eyes.
“I AM NOT MY FATHER! I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT MAN!”
With that, he slammed the door in my face. I stepped closer to the door, knocking on it.
“Wait… Kash, I didn’t mean that. Look, can we just, discuss this later?”
Kash didn’t open the door at first but when he did, he wore that neutral expression he preserved for court.
“I have a case that’s going to keep me up all night. I’m going to be downstairs in my office. Goodnight, bunny.” He kissed the top of my head, but I felt no warmth, it was like he was on autopilot.
As he began to walk away, I grabbed his arm.
“Kash, wait…”
He snatched his arm out of my hand and glared at me.
“Don’t fucking touch me right now, Mila.”
With that he walked off, shutting the bedroom door so softly yet in my head, it was loud as hell.
Chapter Four
Kash
