Ashley's POV
I just finished up cleaning the house by now at midnight. I'm so dead tired and I can't even think straight.
"Go to the apartment store and buy me a beer." My boyfriend for over fifteen years said. He sat looking at me with dark eyes that held a promise of a beating if I didn't obey.
"Can't you see that I'm tired from the chores, Raphael?" I told him, he grunted and walked to me behind the kitchen counter.
"You better go get the beer, sweetheart or else you wouldn't like what I'll do to you."
"You claim that you work as a security in that club of yours but you don't bring a dime back home. Leave at odd hours and come back with feminine perfumes on you."
He hates it anytime that I faced him so he gripped my chin and pulled me to him. "Don't you dare talk to me in that manner or else you might need a little more makeup to cover up the bruises to work."
