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Chapter Eight

Brantley's POV

"Kiss my ass," Charli growled up at me.

"Gladly sweetheart," I said leaning a little closer giving her a wink. "Bend over."

"Argghhhhh!" Charli yelled stomping her foot. "You are easily the most infuriating man that ever lived!"

"Why thank you honey," I chimed back knowing I was being a complete smart ass. "You are so full of compliments tonight."

She snarled at me before whirling around to stomp into house. How someone so little could make her steps sound so loud I never will know. 

"What's the big damn deal Charli!" I yelled chasing after her.

"The big deal you damn overgrown ass," she yelled back fumbling for the doorknob and kept slipping because she was shaking in anger. "Is I am a grown damn woman! I was raised by the Colonel and my high and mighty grandmother. I don't need you to fight my damn battles!"

"So are you telling me," I snapped back following her up the stairs after slamming the front door behind me. "You would have let the bastard come check on you if you hadn't been with me?"

"What?" Charli gasped pausing at the landing of the stairs to glare at me. "No! Don't be ridiculous. Daddy's right he wasn't doing anything but using me. You still had no right to butt in."

"No right!" I snapped back stomping up the stairs towards her. Charli's eyes widened at the harshness of my tone. The way that little shit talked to her hadn't set right with me and here she was telling me I had no right to say anything. "The hell I didn't! You're MY FUCKING WIFE!"

"Well," Charli snapped back haughtily between clenched teeth. "You can feel what it means to be a husband tonight then."

"Oh I can huh," I challenged back as a smile so evil it could only be described as homemade sin spread across Charli's full pink lips.

"Why yes big guy you can," Charli drawled huskily as she backed up to the door locking her eyes with mine. She licked her lips then reached behind her to open the door. I was so lost in looking at her and feeling my dick swell in my pants I didn't see the signs. Little did I know, I was about to get my first lesson in being married.

Charli stepped through the cracked door keeping her eyes on me, then as she cleared the doorframe, a look of pure meanness shadowed her face and I got an evil smirk before she slammed the door. Loudly. I stood there in shock as I heard the lock snick in place before I heard her voice again. "You're sleeping on the damn couch BG!"

My jaw dropped as I looked at my now locked bedroom door. Had I really just been kicked out of my own room, in my own house? I turned to head down the stairs and got about three steps down before it sank in just what she did. Who the hell did she think she was? Kicking me out of my own damn bed. With a growl I spun around and stomped back over to the door. I raised my fist pounding on it.

"Open the damn door right now Charli!" I boomed. I heard a squeak and a thud. I must have scared her. Good, I thought with a dark chuckle. "NOW!"

"Go to hell Brantley!" she yelled back.

"Woman!" I said pounding on the door. "You have until the count of three to open this damn door! 1!.....2!.......3!" I gave her another second and then felt my lips flatten into a determined line as I raised a booted foot planting it in the middle of the wooden door hard. It cracked and flung open slamming against the wall with a thud before hanging sideways off its hinges. Charli was standing in the middle of the room in just her pink lace bra and shorts. Her hand frozen around behind her back because had been in the middle of taking it off too.