One man's trash, Another man's treasure.

Betrayal

He'd just committed the vilest of rapes, and zipped up his fly like it was nothing. Sammy apparently owed him a few hundred, and decided to take it amongst his self and get his money.

"That's right, take it bitch!"

The woman below him did everything she could to throw him off, but he had her pinned to the ground. Her body gave into what he was doing to it. She screamed, cried and even spit in his face. Nothing phased him, she came, unwillingly twice. Then he came and grabbed her by the neck and chin after.
"Now, make sure you tell your husband I need the full amount.. or next time I'll just have to make a call to immigra-.."

"Okay, Okay! I promise! I promise!" She pleaded in her dominant Spanish accent.

"Good girl." He snarled, then got off her.

**
"Olivia?"

"In the kitchen.."

"I'm sorry, I'm late. I know." He said while wrapping his arms around her waist, and kissing her neck.

"It's okay, babe." She answered giving into his kiss and touch. She turned around and attached her lips to his, and made her way to his neck...
**
Olivia's POV

Like perfume, he smells like perfume.
Don't over think it, it's probably lotion or something.
**

"But.. I think I'm gonna turn in earlier tonight." She answered, breaking the kiss and his hold on her.

"Don't do this tonight." He grabbed her arm, making her face him. "Let's just forget about it. How about we take a bath. Something to.." And went in for a kiss.

She immediately jerked her head backwards and pushed him arms length away, "Not tonight, okay? I'm pretty tired."

"You're denying me? I thought we agreed our personas called for a bread winner and a housewife wife, I bring home the bread and you service me. Like a wife should do..."

"No, you decided that. So why don't you can take care of your damn self?" She said in a matter of factly kind of tone and headed for the grand stair case, leaving Elliot in the kitchen.

***

Nick had been watching the whole exchange.

And had huffed and puffed at every phrase that left Elliot's mouth.

"Son of a bitch, doesn't know how to treat that queen!"

***
His phone rang.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me when I'm home... I don't care."

and he hung up, dropped his phone on the counter. 
"Dumb bastard!" he said to himself.

Clenched his teeth, wiped his face with his hand then made his way upstairs, behind his wife.

***

"Olivia.. Maybe if you talk to me, I'll understand what the hell is bothering you this time.."

She found her way to her vanity, and began removing the makeup she had put on,for what should've been a romantic night.

"This time? What the hell's that supposed to mean?" She spat back at his remark.

"Well.. I must say, every night for this past week, I've come home.. and you refused to service me.."