Chapter 2: I hate Asher Williams

Cheryl Point Of View :

Fortunately, the 'Nanny' didn't follow us to our honeymoon, which we were to spend in a hotel.

I threw myself on the bed.

I'm exhausted!

I stood up to take off my clothes. I was having a problem with the zip.

"Please, can you help me unzip this gown?" I asked my so-called newlywed husband, who had been standing still, frowning since our arrival.

"I don't want to," he answered.

I faced this guy, thankful no one's around to stop me.

"Hey, are you stupid? How could you do that to me at the altar? In front of all those people? Are you, like... a virgin? Haven't you kissed before? Why did you make it such a big deal? And now, can you tell me why you don't want to unzip this stupid gown for me?" I yelled at him.

I was fuming and lashing out on him for all that embarrassment.

He pouted. "You're bad."

I raised my brow.

So after all my rant, this is what he says?

I scoffed.

Why on earth is a grown man behaving like this?

"You're an idiot," I sighed.

"Take that back," he ordered.

"Are you talking about you being an idiot?" I smirked. "But you are an idiot who can't kiss a girl."

"I am not an idiot!" He screamed like a child.

"You. Are. An. Idiot!" I yelled at him.

He glared at me. "Take it back."

I smiled; I was finally getting my revenge for that embarrassment.

"You are an idiot and a stupid man... No... boy," I cursed him.

"If you don't take that back, I'll..."

"You will do what?" I cut him off, challenging him.

I didn't care if I was taking it too far because the embarrassment I received at that altar was far more than what I'm doing right now.

His frown deepened. "I don't like you," he blurted out.

"I don't like you either, idiot."

He clenched his fist. "I'm just trying to hold myself until Nanny comes."

So the Nanny was going to come after all.

I scoffed. "Nanny's boy, you are such a child."

"I am not! I am older than you!" He screamed.

"Don't shout at me; I'm not deaf! And it doesn't matter if you're older; you act immature and childish."

"You have been shouting at me," he said accusingly.

I rolled my eyes. "So what? You are an idiot, and that's the only way for idiots like you to learn."

"I said don't call me an idiot!" He screamed and jumped on me. I fell, hitting my body on the bed.

Thank goodness I was standing close to the bed; if not, my body would have crashed on the ground.

Damn! He has weight.

He stared at me; I felt his breath on my face, his nose brushed mine.

I closed my eyes, waiting for his kiss.

I felt him pull my hair.

Ouch!

My eyes flew open.

"I said don't call me an idiot!" He dragged my hair.

I was stupid to think he would kiss me.

"Let me go!" I dragged his hair; I pushed him off me, sat on him, and started hitting him.

He held my hands and spanked me on my butt.

I growled; I struggled with him, pinching him, slapping him, doing all I could to beat him.

He spanked me again. "Bad girl," he said childishly.

"Foolish boy," I insulted.

We kept fighting and cursing. I don't know how long we took, but I heard the door open, then a gasp. "Stop fighting!" Someone screamed. We both stopped to look at the person.

"Nanny!" He started crying.

Blood came out from his nose; his face was filled with finger marks inflicted by me.

My dress was torn; blood was also coming out from my nose; I had bruises on my lips.

He ran to meet the elderly woman. "She hit me; she's a bad lady; I hate her!" He cried to her.

"I hate you too," I spat.

"Don't say that to him," she warned me. "The reason they got you married to him is to take good care of him for the rest of his life, not to fight with him."

I scoffed; my stepmom really did it.

So I'm to babysit a grown man for the rest of my life.

I shook my head. "I want a divorce; I don't want to spend my life babysitting an idiot!"

Asher frowned.

The Nanny chuckled. "You have no choice, dear. They paid for you in millions, and it is in the document that as you get married, you can never separate. So start getting used to it." She hugged Asher and took him out of the room.

I felt tears gather.

F**k taking care of him.

F**k my stepmom.

F**k that Nanny.

I slumped on the ground and sobbed.

I hate him.

I. HATE. ASHER. WILLIAMS!