Artie pov
I was shocked and elated to see Jacksons bride Audrey .After being friends with Martin ,Alex and him since the beginning of our lives he had barely ever shown any interest in women,for years we thought he was gay and interested in one of us until we discovered his medical report.
In order to celebrate the "good news" at least that is what most people would call it .
I viewed marriage as unnecessary and stressful.
I mean why get married, commit and stand a chance at divorce where there were many varieties of women to choose from.
I just didn't get it
That being said I had arranged a get together for us in my beach house
It took a while but matin and Alex arrived at the same time now we just had to wait for Jackson and Audrey.
Audrey's pov
After the very awkward wedding night if I could even call it that Jackson woke me up with breakfast in bed which was a first for me since my mom never allowed eating in the rooms,not even dad could rebel against that rule
Regardless of the sweet gesture he chose to not say anything to me and pretend like I did not exist
The atmosphere was really odd but I got through the meal without having a heart attack and I was greatful for that.
I had dropped the tray of food and gone to have my shower .
I remained in the shower trying to strategize ways to break the silence without looking desperate or worse an attention seeking whore.
While still contemplating my next move Jackson walks into the bathroom still refusing to say anything he just stares at my naked body with an expression I could not decipher no matter how hard i tried
My heart dropped to my stomach when I saw him undressing,beads of sweat form on my forehead despite the cold shower I had just taken
I fixed my gaze on his hairy torso and avoided looking to a certain member.
"From now on when we are both home we will shower together as husband and wife"
How can a grown man be this shameless I thought to myself. I have to make an excuse to get out of this sticky situation but before the words could form in my slow paced brain he had already entered the shower and turned on the faucet.
Part of me wanted to get excited by his little act but another part of me wanted to get angry and yell at him and I did exactly that
"Get out this instant I am not done"
My little naive self did not get the mind games he was playing
The crazy guy just wouldn't budge I mean I know we are married and I want him but consent is key for this type of things
So It clicked in my head
If he wouldn't move I will just leave the hell alone
As I reached for the bathroom door I slipped and fell into his arms which made me feel stupid for trying to leave
And before I knew it the psycho picked a wash clothes and started to move it across my already wet body
It felt weird was he suggesting that I couldn't shower properly, did I smell to him
While major thoughts went through my head I wondered what went on his bipolar mind
And before I could realize it the wash clothe fell of I highly doubt it was accidental because he had a smile and looked smug
This pervert, why did I have to end up with him I mean I know I asked him to marry me but he could have turned me down like any normal person would
Now the only thing that seperated us was the very generous lather of soap on my body which wasn't really helpful in any way.