My arms were tangled around Jeanette's tiny waist and I was pressed firmly against her back. She was so warm and I felt like I wanted her to stay in my arms forever. But I knew that wouldn't happen. I knew that couldn't happen. It would have been a disaster. She started to move and tried to leave me. But I tightened my grip and she stopped. Her body was suddenly tense.

"Leaving again" I whispered against her neck and she shivered. She didn't face me and she stayed in the same position.

"Yes" she simply said.

"Why?" I whispered again. I wasn't happy with her leaving. I wanted to be but I wasn't. I thought when I was married I would have a wife that either stayed home doing nothing, or went out and wasted most of my money. But she didn't do any of that. She never asked me for anything. She abandoned me for hours at a time and I never had the slightest idea where she had gone. She was more a stranger to me then I was of her.

"Because I have business to attend to" she said as she looked over her shoulder to glance at me.

"I thought I told you no more working" I said shortly and squeezed her a little.

"You shouldn't care what I do with my time. Care about Cindy's whereabouts. Ensure that she doesn't attempt to give you an STD again" she sighed.

"I don't care about Cindy. I don't have feelings for the women that sleep with me. In my eyes they're all worthless." I said in a monotone voice and loosened my grip a little. I felt bad for what I said. It was strange because I've said that to all the women I've slept with, they usually cry and I give them to death stare. But she wasn't crying.

Forcefully, she pried my arms off her and got up to stand.

"I have to go" she said said promptly as she adjusted her messy, beautiful hair.

"Why don't you ever stay home?" I asked and she stopped moving. I didn't have any anger or sadness in my voice. It was just a question that I wanted her to answer.

"This is technically not my home" she said in an aloof tone as she looked over her shoulder. My blood curdled at her response. Why was she this way? Why did she have to complicate . Most women even Cindy have said in on multiple accounts that my home is their home the second I've slept with them.

"Then what the hell is this place to you?" I snapped.

"It's your house that I happen to live in for the time being" she said casually.

"So you plan on leaving soon?" I questioned.

"When the contract is over of course. Or if you piss me off again." she sighed.

""Ugh your so closed off? Why?" I exclaimed.

"Because you won't like what's on the inside" She said.

"I already don't like what's on the outside" I snapped.

"And have you forgotten that you are suppose to be the mother of my child?" I said as I got up from my position on the floor. When stood up, my back hurt.

How the hell does she sleep on this floor?

"No I haven't, but I won't do it. Obviously." she said.

"How do you plan to do that?" I questioned stiffly. Women don't care about their children. Especially about giving them away. My mother instilled that into my mind at a young age.

"If I never sleep with you, I can never have a child by you" she said.

"So you plan on sleeping around with other men?" I spat.

"See you later, Michael" she said and turned around to go to the bathroom but I didn't want her to go yet. So I spoke again.

"Wait" I said quickly before she disappeared into the bathroom.

"My father is having a dinner tonight. He wants you to come with me." I said dryly.

" I will be here at 5" she said and without allowing me to speak another word she went inside.

I didn't wait for her to comeback, so I just left the room and took a shower in one of my other bathrooms. I left the house quickly and went to work. It was the first time in 6 weeks that I hadn't gotten a chance to go back. I would have probably had a shit load of work on my desk from "aspiring" writers.

When I got inside my office, I tried to get started right away on the papers that sat on my desk. Suddenly my door opened. My best friend Martin, came inside with a huge grin on his face.

"Your back man. Took you long enough" he said as he walked over to a chair in front of my desk.

"What did you want me to do Marty? Come back to work with a hole in my gut." I snapped but didn't look up from the paper I was skimming. It looked like trash so I threw it on the floor.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" he sang.

"Oh shut the fuck up and sit down Kelly Clarkson" I spat and glared at him. He always did that. If he could respond to an answer in song then he would do it. But he's still my best friend.

I met Martin when I was in school and we were inseparable best friends. We were on the football team together and he is my right hand man at my company. His happy personality make my life a little more amusing but he has too many damn kids. When he got married, he became super dad and kinda left me for his family.

"Whatever. Your just a hater." he said as he whipped his bangs.

"What have I missed from work?" I asked.

"Well, you have countless meetings all throughout the week and you have a trip coming up in London next week to open up another building." he said as he took out his pocket notebook to check things.

"Great." I said grumbled. I didn't want to go anywhere. I needed to keep my eyes on my bitch of a wife.

"Don't worry! Everything seems fairly short and the trip is only for 5 days." he said in an excited tone.

"Well at least it's shorter than the last one" I sighed and then slumped back in my chair.

"So on another note, how is that wife of yours?" he said with a smirk.

"Don't get me started on that woman. Every waking moment, she is a pain in my ass." I laughed bitterly and then pitch the bridge of my nose.

"Aww sounds like Mikey isn't getting his daily dosage of pussy" he said in a baby voice. Sometimes he was to explicit in his words.

"Oh Jesus, shut up Martin" I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh come on, she's not that bad. What has she done that has been so terrible?" he said in a smug smile.

"She broke my phone" I snapped.

"Damn man. Why would she do that?" he said shocked.

"Well... I kinda broke hers..." I muttered.

"Well at least she has a reason" he said.

"That is a terrible reason. She is intolerable, and she irritates me even more when she doesn't stay home at all." I said irritated. I could always control woman with such ease, but this situation made me feel angry.

"What? I thought you said that you would make her a trophy wife." he asked.

"Well she obviously doesn't wanna comply... I bet she's cheating on me." I said. I couldn't believe I said that, but it was the only reason I could come up with. She never wanted to be home and we barely did anything. She was on lock down and I bet it was for someone else.

"She wouldn't dare. She knows risking anything will cost her" he snapped.

"Who knows? If she's not listening to my rule about leaving, who knows what she's capable of." I said.

"So whatever happened to that bitch Cindy?" he said quickly, changing the subject.

"Well... I did get together with her a couple of days ago but that's it." I said causally.

"WHAT! I heard from Dad that she tried to give you an STD! Why would you go back to her?" he yelled in shock as he stood up from his chair.

"Look, she got it taken care of, the STD, and she wouldn't leave me alone. She was so persistent with trying to get me, even with the restraining order in place, she would come by. And besides, using her was a good way in showing Jeanette that she isn't valuable. Anyone can take her place. Even Cindy the whore" I said.

"And how did you show her this?" he questioned.

"Well... she walked in on us doing the deed and then left that night." I said with a sigh.

"Dude, that was evil" he said as he cringed his nose.

"Whatever, I had to show her a point" I said as I shrugged off his opinion.

"If you would have risked getting a disease from that hoe just to prove a point to your wife, then your really showing the exact opposite" he said with narrow eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You say you don't care for her. But why do you keep trying to prove that? Your just wasting your energy and putting yourself in harms way. If you didn't care, why go through all the trouble to prove something? Why not just shrug her off and ignore her? Why risk harming yourself?" he said with curiosity. He had a point a reasonable point. And then Jeanette came inside.

"Hello" she said in a cheerful tone.

"Hello whore. What are you doing here?" I said in the same mocking tone.

"Well, when you ran out of the house, you forgot the lunch Mady made you." she said and then lifted up a blue lunch box.

"I don't forget things. Now get out" I snapped.

"Hi Martin" she said as she walked up to where we were sitting.

"Hey Jeanette" he said as he took her hand and kissed it. I felt uneasy.

"You two seem quite acquainted with each other." I snapped.

"I did work here for two years" she said with a smirk.

"As an intern" I spat.

"Never the less, I still did work" she said, rolling her eyes.

"So I hear there's trouble in paradise" Martin asked her.

"Everyday" Jeanette scoffed in a joking voice.

"Jeanette, get the fuck out." I said irritated.

"Its your fault that you forgot your lunch." she said and then placed the lunch box on my table.

"Well next time, let me starve" I growled.

"I will. Bye Martin" she said and left the room without another word. I looked back at Martin who was sitting in his chair like a little school girl.

"Why do you have that stupid ass grin on your face Marty?" I questioned.

"It just seems that she riles you up without having to say a word that offends you. Instead you offend her first and when you get no reaction you throw more insults" Martin said without dropping his smile.

"Because her presence is enough to offend me" I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Man, you crazy. Look I gotta go prep for one of your meets. See you in there" he said and left the room while he snickered to himself. I wanted to punch him.

Four meetings, all in 1 hour and 10 propositions about publishing new books was my day. And the worst part of it all was that I didn't see Jeanette. Where was she to get my coffee? Where was she when I was angry and needed someone to yell at? Where was she when I needed someone to humiliate? And that made me furious throughout the whole day. Marty tried to lighten the mood but I was too rigid. I even threw away my lunch because I thought I would show her. But it was a waste because she wasn't there to witness it.

Anyway soon it was time to go home, which was 5:00. When I got home, I went to my room directly and then I saw Jeanette. She was in a blue towel, bent over, searching in one of the draws for something. Clothes probably.

I just stared at her like a freaking creeper. Her horrendous beauty was incomprehensible and the curves that the towel hid bothered me. Then she turned around slowly and when she saw me she gripped her towel tighter around herself and now I was seeing my curves. She had a great silhouette that would make any woman jealous.

"Get out." she snapped as her face blushed into a deep red.

"This is my room" I said causally as I strolled into the room and to my bed.

"Can't you just leave till I am fully dress?" she suggested.

"Why do you care? We've seen each other naked before. No use hiding anything." I said with a smirk and that made her face even redder.

"Why do you have to be an asshole all the time?" she asked frustrated.

"I'm just an asshole to you" I corrected.

"Fine. I'll get changed in the bathroom like always." she said as she pulled out an outfit from the draw and rushed into the bathroom. While she was doing that, I went to another bathroom to get dressed so we could hurry up with the process and leave.

"Let's go" I spat when I saw her waiting at the door downstairs.

She sat in the back of the car like usual while I was driving. The air in the car was uneasy. I wanted to start something to get her talking but I decided against it. It looked as though she was worrying about enough. I wanted to be a nice guy this one time.

Soon enough we reached my father's house and she jumped out of the car without waiting for me and went to stand at the front door.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" I asked, when I reached the door.

"Why would I?" she asked confused.

"Next time you wait for your husband" I snapped and then knocked on the door.

"Fake husband" she corrected and didn't look at me. That response made my jaw clench and I was mad.

"Jeanette-" I was about to say but the door flung open. It was my sister.

"Jeanette, what are you doing here?" she said confused.

"Well..." Jeanette was about to say but I cut her off.

"She's with me Monica. That's all you have to know." I said coldly. Monica and me didn't get along since she wasn't in my life that much. She was my sister but she never acted like it. She was always angry with me.

"Does dad know about this?" Monica asked with narrow eyes.

"Yes Monica. I'm well aware of Jeanette being with Michael" My father said from behind Monica.

"And you never told me daddy?" Monica said glaring at our father.

"Well now you know and that's all that matters. Now I want to see my daughter-in-law." He said with a genuinely warm smile.

"Hello Jo" Jeanette said as waved cheerfully from the doorway. Monica was blocking the way inside.

"Please, don't stand at the door, come in" Dad said and moved Monica from the doorway.

"So when did you have time to hit on my brother?" Monica growled at Jeanette.

"What?" she said confused.

"Well... how on earth did have time to get to know my brother?" Monica snapped harshly.

"Well I..." Jeanette started to say but I cut her off. I couldn't let Monica break me and Jeanette's story. My so called sister was very disloyal when it came to fame from the press.

"Its none of your damn business Monica" I snapped.

"Kinda is if your hooking up with my daughter's ex babysitter" she said as she glared at Jeanette.

"What do you mean by ex-babysitter?" I asked. I thought Jeanette still worked for Monica.

"She stopped working for me two days ago" Monica spat.

"You did?" I asked Jeanette as I turned to her.

"Yea" Jeanette said sheepishly.

"Why?" I asked befuddled.

"You said no working so I quit most of my jobs" she said as she scratched the back of her neck.

I didn't understand. If she quit her jobs why was she never home with me? Why was she never home in general?

"But then..." I was about to say but my angel Carly ran out of the kitchen.

"Mommy the waters-" she started to say but when she saw Jeanette she stopped.

"Ms. Petie?" she asked in confusion.

"Hey Carly. How are you?" Jeanette said as she walked up to Carly.

"I'm good Ms. Petie but I've missed you. Why don't you come visit me anymore?" Carly said with such sadness.

"Well I've had some things come up and I couldn't see you as much." Jeanette explained.

"Please come back" Carly said and ran up to hug Jeanette.

"I'll see what I can do" Jeanette said as she lightly patted Carly's back.

"Good. Now come on Ms. Petie, I wanna show you what we got cooking in the kitchen" Carly said as she broke the hug.

"Alright but lets ask the owner of the kitchen" Jeanette said and then turned to my father for permission. She never asked me for permission to do anything. She never asked me for anything. Bitch.

"Grandpa, can Ms. Petie come in the kitchen with me?" Carly asked.

"Of course honey" my dad said in a warm smile and Jeanette and Carly disappeared into the kitchen.

"I can't believe you would go this low. Dating my babysitter. Really Michael?" Monica hissed.

"Actually we're married" I corrected.

"Wow super desperate" Monica laughed bitterly.

"That's enough Monica" my father snapped at Monica. But she just glared at him.

"Your always on his side" she growled and took a step towards him with flared nostrils.

"Well, what do you expect me to do when you act like a brat? Why can't you be like your brother?" he snapped again.

"Half brother father" she corrected and then looked my way with the same hateful eye's my mother always possessed.

"Monica. You better grow up" my father said in a little disappointed.

"Whatever. She's probably with Michael for his money anyway" she said with a smirk.

"Talk about my wife like that again and you'll regret it" I said through a clenched jaw. No one could criticize Jeanette but me.

"I'm going outside for a smoke." Monica said and then went outside.

"So... dad whats up?" I asked.

"Your sister is bitching like usual." my father said in downhearted tone.

"I thought when a child has a good mother the child would end up good too. I see that didn't happen for Monica" he said though a pained sigh.

"Well don't worry. Things will lighten up" I said in a reassuring voice.

"Maybe. So I see you and Jeanette are happy." he said changing the subject.

"That's an understatement. She is like the female version of Satan" I said with a sigh and then rubbed my face with my hands.

"Son, you just need to give her a chance." My father said.

"Let's just go have dinner already." I said and then we went over to the dinning room. We helped set up the table while Jeanette and Carly set everything up. They looked like they were having a fun time. It made me look at her in a different light. It was a light that was a little better then what I had in my mind.

Soon it was time to eat. Everyone sat down and we proceeded to dig in. Everything was great until Monica started getting nosey.

"So, Jeanette when did you and my brother get hitch?" Monica asked. Jeanette was about to respond but I spoke first.

"It was just a small little wedding. Only Mady and Louie were there." I said.

"I see. So, Jeanette do you have a family or did they all abandon you?" she asked in a mocking tone.

"They would have come but they were in Paris" I said shortly.

"Paris. Fancy. So, Jeanette how come I never saw you at the hospital to visit my dear brother?" Monica asked.

"Well she was busy" I snapped.

"Too busy to come see her dying husband" Monica asked. And then my father slammed his fist on the table to draw some attention to him.

"Actually Monica, Jeanette was helping me find the person who was in charge of the accident." My father said in a firm voice.

"Why hasn't she said anything? Can't she talk?" Monica exclaimed.

"MONICA?" me and father roar.

"I'm sorry but I have to get going" Jeanette said and abruptly sprang out from her chair.

"What? No, stay." I said and grabbed her wrist lightly.

"Yes Jeanette, please stay I apologize for Monica's behavior" my father said in a sincere tone.

"No it's not that I just have to go." she said and when she looked at my father it felt as if they were in on something.