Michael Shaw's continued pov

"That's bull. That wasn't in the contract." She said with narrow eyes.

"Oh yes it is. You should read what you sign off on." I said, then we went to my study room and I pulled out the contract.

"Read for yourself" I said amused.

"Gimme that" she said and snatched the contract from my hands.

"Says that I have to be married to you for a year, do whatever you say, HAVE A CHILD WITH YOU? THAT IS NOT WHAT I SIGNED OFF ON!" she said and tried to throw the large packet in my face but I dodged it.

"Oh but it is." I said with a smirk. Seeing her angry brightened up my day.

"Why not get a surrogate?" she shouted as she waved her hands in the air.

"I need someone that I'm legally married to so the child can be legit. It's my father's will. I'm just carrying it out" I said simply.

"Now I have to go sleep" I said and walked off to my room and closed the door behind me. After I went to my bathroom and change I went to lay on my bed. Then Jeanette opened the door and I turned around to see what the hell she wanted. She stood there with her arms crossed.

"Why is my door locked?" she snapped rudely.

"Because that is not your room anymore" I said casually and then went back to my comfortable position to go to sleep.

A second later she was in front of me "Open the door asshole" she said as she grabbed the pillow I was adjusting.

"NO YOU SLEEP HERE. NOW GIVE MY PILLOW BACK!" I yelled agitated. I decided while she was gone to switch the room so I could keep a close eye on her. I have a feeling she was the reason for my accident and I will get the proof I need to throw her in prison for the rest of her life.

"NO THE FUCK I DON'T" she yelled as she threw the pillow in my face.

"Fine. Good luck trying to find somewhere else to sleep." I said and put the pillow back in its original spot. I heard the door slam when she left. After few minutes she came back. I turned around to see what she was doing. She had two blankets in her arms and laid one down on the floor. Then she laid down on that one and took the other to cover her body .

"What are you doing?" I growled and sat up fully.

"Not sleeping with you" she sighed and stayed in the same position. For some reason, I felt very insulted. I mean who wouldn't want to sleep with me. I'm a dream come true.

"Get in the bed" I said and yanked off the blanket from my body and started walking towards her.

"No" she said firmly and stayed in the same position.

"NOW" I yelled as I ripped her blanket off her body and got her arm.

"NO" she said as she tried to pry my hands off her but I didn't budge.

"Get in that bed now." I said through gritted teeth.

"Probably has STD's on it" she spat.

"What did you say?" I said confused. She knew. She knew Cindy had the STD and didn't tell me. She didn't even try. She was a sad excuse for a human being. It felt as though she was betraying me by not being truthful to me. I mean, I am her husband.

Fake or not.

"Nothing, just go to sleep" she said as she ripped her arm out of my loose grasp.

"You knew she had it?" I growled and pulled her up to stand up.

"The doctor told us when she tried to pass on her blood to you" she said bluntly.

"Then who gave me the blood?" I said. I wanted her to admitted it, and when she did, I wanted to know why.

"I don't know? A donor" she said confused.

"Who gave me the blood?" I said as I was tapping my foot from annoyance.

"Only Jesus knows" she said as she rolled her eyes.

"WHO GAVE ME THE BLOOD?" I said annoyed. She wasn't telling the truth. Why didn't she want to tell me?

"WHY DOES IT MATTER?" she yelled.

"BECAUSE I WANNA KNOW WHO'S BLOOD I'VE GOT FLOWING IN MY SYSTEM" I yelled too.

"Well I don't know." she exasperated.

"Maybe I should ask the doctor?" I said.

"Yea you do that. And also ask him how to remove that large stick up your ass." she muttered and then when back to her little bed.

"SAY ONE MORE THING AND ILL-" I started to say but was interrupted.

"GO TO SLEEP" she yelled over me.

After a while I looked down on the floor to see if she was sleeping or not. And she was. She looked a little uncomfortable on the hard floor, but hey, karma's a bitch just like her. I looked at her face and she didn't look entirely ugly. She was basically the complete opposite of Cindy. With or without makeup she looked nice. And I don't know why but I stayed at the edge of the bed all night and stared at her face until I drifted to sleep.

When I woke up, I didn't see her face. It was a Friday. Why is she working on a Friday? Why is she even working at all? I thought I made it very clear that she wasn't allowed to do that I mean why does she need to work anyway? She's married to a billionaire.

I got up slowly as I held my side and walk down stairs by myself. I think I was getting better. Almost good as new. The whole was almost healed. I only use my crutches when I didn't take my medication and couldn't bear some of the pain. When I reach the kitchen I called Louie.

"Louie, do you know where Jeanette is?" I said casually as I went to sit at the table to eat the breakfast Mady made.

"She is doing some more interviews. She texted me a while ago and told me that she should be back before noon." he said professionally.

"Okay. Thank you Louie." I said and then she left. I waited a while for Jeanette to come back. I was watching some TV and reading some scripts that my father sent me. I miss working, but he ordered me not to come back and if I did, he would escort me off the property. Soon I heard the door open and close and I knew it had to be her. She walked into the kitchen.

"Why are you still doing interviews? I thought I made it very clear that I don't want you working." I said trying to control my anger. I wasn't use to people not listening to me and when she did it, it irritated me.

"And I thought I made it very clear to you that I don't give a rats ass about what you say." she responded coldly.

"Jeanette, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you better crawl back in your tiny little shell, before things get messy" I said in a warning tone. I wasn't going to take her disrespect.

"I'm up for anything." she said with a shrug and went to the fridge to get something.

"This is your last warn-" and suddenly her phone rang and she rummaged through her purse to pick it up.

"Hello........ Oh hi Wes. .......Oh really....... Aww that's so sweet...... I would love to. Okay see you at 7......okay bye" she said in a cheery tone and then shut the phone. When she said his name, my head got heated. Why is she still talking to that guy? I thought. Why was she so happy when she talked to him? Why was she never that way with me?

"What did he want?" I snapped.

"Nothing that concerns you" she simply said.

"What did he want Jeanette?" I pressed.

"You'll find out soon. Listen, I have to get going, so I hope you have a nice time dying of boredom or whatever you do." she said and started to turn around to leave the room but I grabbed her arm and world her around to face me again.

"Wait, where are you going?" I said. I was desperate. I didn't have anything to do or anyone to talk to. And when she was gone it drove me crazy because I had no one to torture. No one to talk to.

"I'm having lunch with your father." She said plainly

"WHAT!" I yelled. Why would my father want to spend time her?

"Yea. He wanted me to come and spend some family time with him." she said in the same voice as before.

"And he didn't think to invite his own son" I snapped.

"You can come if you want." she said rolling her eyes.

"Well if your gonna be there, might as well not-" I started but she interrupted me.

"Okay bye" she said shortly and ran out of the kitchen. And then I heard the door slam soon after from the living room. I was alone again until 5 and that's when she came in.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN SLUT?" I yelled as I got up from the couch. No doubt she had been whoring around while she was gone. That's how she got most of her money.

"I'm sorry, who are you talking to?" she said with a harsh tone.

"You" I said shortly.

"Well I don't answer people who call me slut so, good bye." she said and tried to leave scurry away, but I stopped her.

"Tell me where you were?" I growled as I slammed her on a near by wall.

"Well if you must know, I was with your father at Panera Bread and then I went to your sister's house to look after Carly and now I'm getting dressed." She sighed

"For what?" I asked shortly.

"Something. Now I must get dressed" she said as she pushed me with force and then ran upstairs.

I was standing by our bedroom door because she locked it. When she was finally done she came out and actually looked quite nice. But her clothes looked to provocative and short. I didn't want guys eyeballing my wife. Even if she was a slut that would probably have sex with them for money.

"Where are you going dressed like that?" I growled.

"Wes invited me to an art gallery and I said I would go" she said.

"You're not going on a date. You're married." I roared with disgust.

"Fake married. Remember what you did on our wedding night? And this is not a date. Just a get together to celebrate between friends" she said as she crossed her arms on her chest.

"I forbid you from going" I shortly, trying to leave no room for argument but she spoke.

"You forbid me? Well tough luck" she scoffed.

"Your not going anywhere" I said irritated. She was so stubborn.

"Move out of the way." she warned.

"You've been gone all day" I barked.

"Great, so you have less anger when I'm gone" she said sarcastically.

"Actually it makes me more angry because I have no one to torture." I said with an evil smirk.

"Get away from me." she said and pushed me.

I slammed my lips on her. She didn't do anything. She was tense and stood there like a rigid statue. Then she started to pry herself away from me. She even tried to knee me in the groin, but I caught her leg. Then I slowly traveled up to her thigh and squeezed it. She gasped and let my tongue into her mouth. She finally responded after a while and was breathing heavily along with me. I didn't want to stop. My hands traveled from her upper thigh and then I got out of her skirt to touch her hip. I dug my nails into her side and she moaned slightly. I decided I wanted more skin contact so I untucked her shirt like a barbarian and moved my hands under to roughly squeeze her breasts. It had been weeks since I had been satisfied and since Cindy was out of commission Jeanette would have to do for the time being. I walked her backwards and we landed on the bed. I was on top of her. I would never tire from her lips. They were just to.... perfect.

We kept kissing and I was touching her all over. It was as tho someone was lighting my whole body on fire and I was loving every minute of it. This experience was so much more different then any of the other girls I had been with. She was wild. When we kissed, she would try to take power. It was a lovely fight that I always won and would continue to win. I should have been disgusted because I was touching her. But I wasn't. I couldn't. It was the exact opposite. I had this feeling when I was around her that I couldn't describe.

Soon I took off her dress shirt and skirt entirely and she was left with a bra and a thong. I wanted to do it for some reason. I wanted to sleep with her again even though I thought she was nothing but pure evil.

The first time we did it, I was kinda of competent to understand what was going on. I just didn't care. She was the only intern that never tried to sleep with me. She just did all the crap I gave her and never said a word. When I saw her that night she the complete opposite of how I usually saw her. She was energetic, fun and the most beautiful girl at the bar. No matter how much I hated her.... I couldn't resist. My mind wasn't in control.

Soon her kisses grew uncertain and I needed to move fast before she changed her mind. Then suddenly she shoved me off her forcefully and I was laying on my back on the bed.

"Why'd you stop" I asked in between breaths confused and I took the time to look at her body. She was half naked. It was making me a little nervous. And I was never nervous when I saw women naked. They all had the same disgusting parts.

"Because you honestly have problems" she said as she got up from the bed and went to stand on the other side of the room.

"I take what I want" I said casually as I was calming down and sat up to look at her face.

"Listen, I know you don't like me. So stop doing these things. It's very confusing" she said and fold her arms over her breasts.

"Just wanting sex is confusing?" I said confused. Why is she so confused? Is she stupid? Does she not know what a one time thing is?

"If it's that, then get it from Cindy." She spat.

"Your more convenient" I said casually.

"Then have her move in and you can have her anytime you want. Just get a sound proof room" she said.

"Jeanette your gonna have to give me what I want sooner or later. Why not now?" I said.

"How about never" she said and then my eyes went down. She was wearing a lacy thong and then I looked just a little bit below. I saw lines high on her thighs.

"Jeanette.... what are those?" I asked. Then her face changed from cocky to nervous, and she was looking around the room for something.

"Its nothing" she said shortly and then went over to get her blue skirt on the floor.

"No. There not." I said shortly too as I grabbed her skirt "their right on your thighs."

"I have no idea what your talking about now. Please hand me my skirt" she said in a slow voice.

"Are those cuts?" I accused.

"I don't have to explain myself to you. Now give me my skirt" she growled and tried to snatch the skirt from me but I yanked it out of her grasp.

"TELL ME WHY YOU HAVE CUTS ON YOUR LEGS?" I yelled irritated.

"Not like you wanna know." she growled.

"If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked." I growled back.

"Its just something I sometimes do." she sighed in defeat.

"How often" I questioned.

"GIVE ME MY SKIRT" she yelled.

"HOW OFTEN" I yelled to.

"UGH! MAYBE LIKE EVERY TWO WEEKS. I DON'T KNOW. NOW SKIRT PLEASE" she exclaimed.

"Come get it." I said with a shrug. She lunged for the skirt but I grabbed her and put her on the bed quickly. I was on top of her again.

"Why do you do it?" I said softly.

"Michael, I have to go" she said and tried to push me off.

"Your not going unless you tell me" I said in a firm voice.

"You don't tell me what to do." she growled.

"Oh yes I do. You have to obey me for a year. If I say jump, you say how high,if I say I want to sleep with you, you better already be in bed, and if I order you to tell me something, you do it." I said.

"In your dreams" she sighed.

"I bet you would like it too." I smirked.

"Stop with the BS." she said rolling her eyes.

"If its BS why kiss me back" I said looking at her lips.

"If you hate me why do you kiss me" she snapped.

"Sometimes the only way to shut girls up is to distract them and I am great at that" I said proudly.

"And I'm great at distracting guys" she said with a evil smirk.

"Your a fucking slut" I growled.

"And your a man whore." she laughed.

"Well at least we'll go to hell together" I said with a smirk.

"Well living with you is kind of hell its self" she said.

"That's it. Enough with these snarky sarcastic remarks" I said shortly.

"I have no idea what your talking about" she said coyly.

"Tell me why you do it" I said and went to touch her thighs to feel the lines.

"Stop that" She said.

"Stop what" I said.

"Leave me alone" she said softly. I didn't say anything for a few minutes. Leave her alone? Why couldn't I leave her alone? She was nothing but garage, trash, a roach. But I kept going back to her. Maybe it was to provoke her, to make her life a living hell. But there was something telling me that, that wasn't true.

"I can't" I finally said.

"And why not" she asked.

"For some reason, God has a sense of humor that draws me to you" I said and looked in her eyes. This time her eyes didn't repulse me. They didn't draw me away. They didnt make my anger flare up. They were just her eyes. They were hurt and looked like there was pain.

"Well his joke better end here" she said.

"I don't think it does." And I kissed her softly. It wasn't anything intense. It was just a peck. Then I drew back and kissed her again with more passion. I threw her skirt somewhere on the other side of the room and continued to rub her smooth, soft legs. The only things that irritated me was the cuts I felt. Why would she do this to herself?

As I touched her, kissed her, held her, I felt like she belonged here with me. Her lips, her legs, her body, they all felt like mine. I wanted to stay there with her. Then suddenly she broke the kiss. She didn't push me like last time. She just put a little distance, away from me and her lipd.

"Stop touching them" she said as she tried to nudge my hands away but I pecked her lips again and left my hands where they were. Mine.

"Shut up and let me do this" I said with a smirk and kept doin what I was doin.

I started to take off my clothes and....

****Jeanettes Pov

He collapsed right next to me in sweat and put his arm around me. It felt so weird but then again it also felt as if I belonged there.

"So why do you do it?" he asked. I didn't respond. I just laid there and looked at the wall that was in front of us. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to tell him. It was personal. No one needed to know except me and the cuts.

"Issues" I said finally after he nudged me to answer.

"Well that explains everything" he said sarcastically.

"Yup" I giggled. Then we stayed quiet until he spoke again.

"This means nothing. This was just a one time thing" he said. My heart dropped a little, but I knew it was true. I felt a little stupid for giving in, but I didn't regret it.

I got out of his grasp and sat up on the bed. I gave a sigh and finally said, "I know."

Then I crawled out of the bed and started to get dressed again.

"Where are you going" he said confused.

"Well, I'm going to the gallery I told you about, with Wes" I said in an obvious tone.

"Your still going with him?" He said annoyed and sat up from the bed.

"Yea, I can't just bail" I said.

"Fine get the fuck out. If you leave don't come back." He said dryly as he jumped out of the bed. He found his boxers and put them on.