Nelson had been on the edge since he saw that picture on the internet. Its like doing the hard yards when he tried to focus on business because the image kept flashing into his mind in a finger snap. The business trip lasted for few more days and he couldn't wait to get back to Tasha - and unleash his burning fury on her. **** "Hey handsome" a frail voice echoed. Nelson traced the voice to the door. It was Maya - his secretary. A towel was hemmed around her chest, her disheveled hair fluttered lazily on her shoulder. Her alluring eyes were bleeding with lust. It was their last night in Italy. Their flight back to LA was scheduled for tomorrow. Maya had a different room in the luxurious hotel they checked into, but she's fond of paying nocturnal visits to Nelson's room - a phenomenon that has repeated itself on every business trip they embarked on. Nelson's eyes bucked up like a shooting star. A cheerful smile appeared on his prom lips. "You really like barging on me, you pumpkin"

Its yuletide season. Nelson allowed Tasha to go see her parents. She was surprised that he allowed her. Sometimes good things come from bad sources. Tasha saw that instant freedom as an opportunity to appeal to her parents again. Her stay in LA with Nelson had been nothing but a turmoil of pain and anxiety. She was bent on figuring out a way to leave the abusive marriage - before it consumed her. Marital abuse is like a slowly burning fire, that escalates at a gradual pace. If the right measures aren't taken, one of the partners may never get out of the shell. Every intimacy has its deficiencies and down times, but physical abuse will do nothing but continue to throw dents on the togetherness. When Nelson hit Tasha the first time, she thought it would not happen again, but it did. Maybe because their relationship wasn't a product of love, affection and those sparks and butterflies that comes from having a soulmate. Regardless, love is not enough, neither is domestic violence a

Tasha's heart tremors at Nelson's words. She had to blink her eyes rapidly to be sure she wasn't hallucinating. Nelson has never taken her with him to anywhere before. The fact that he's taking her with him to a new year party leaves her heart throbbing like it'll fall of her chest. "Its an important event" he said, chewing a mouthful of pasta "and those motherfucking board of directors insisted that I show up with my wife. That's like giving your silly ass another round of visibility huh?" He said and a disapproving frown clutched his face. "There he goes again" Tasha muttered under her breath. In every conversation they have, Nelson utilizes every opportunity to send abusive jabs at her. No matter what they're taking about. Tasha drifted slowly to the edge of her seat. Her face beaming with anxiety. She wished the dining table was like a place she could conceal herself from the threatening stares of Nathan. "So my dear graduand. You're not going to any fucking graduation party"

Nelson opened his eyes lazily. It was morning. He squinted his eyes as the bright daylight side into his eyes from the window. He yawned exasperatedly and a pleasant moan curled on his lips. He was shocked when he caught sight of Tasha beside him. She was sleeping peacefully beside him. The white towel was hemmed around her chest. Her beautiful eyes exuded beauty - on the one-of-a-kind canyon on her forehead. Her heart thumped slowly as she slept peacefully. Nelson paused for a moment. He peered at her, and his line of sight met with the scattered clothes on the floor. His suit and trouser were lying on the floor whilst shoes were laying someone close to his huge closet. A frown appeared on his face when everything that happen the night before replayed in his head. The moments where he was all over Tasha and how one thing led to the other and he was inside her. He tapped Tasha rapidly, swinging her off her deep sleep. She squinted her eyes too as they wriggle tiredly. "Wake up bitch"

"What the fuck?" Nelson yelled as Tasha slammed the door behind her. He wasn't expecting that outburst of action. It all happened in a rush. He had never seen that iron lady part of her. Just a glimpse at it filled his heart with admiration and unwilling anger.Admiration because Tasha had never acted the way she did. The only time he snagged a sight of her confidence was on their honeymoon and her intelligent exhibition at the New year party. He stood still for a minute and he hemmed his hands over his shoulder. His round neck T-shirt had a huge picture of 2PAC on it. When he crossed his hands across his chest. 2PAC became decapitated - with a humongous jaw. "Where did all that come from?" He asked rhetorically and a chuckle escaped his round lips. He walked back to the sofa, and he collapsed into it, as his eyes were still on the door. As if Tasha was still standing there. **** Tasha sat at the apex of a fairly crowded eatery. Her seat is spotted at an area where she can see anyo