(WARNING: SERIOUSLY YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ THIS

There is smut in this chapter and yeah it's the first chapter BUT THERE IS SMUT.

SO IF YOU ARE A PERSON WHO GETS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE DESCRIPTION OF SEX PLEASE WHEN YOU SEE IT START TO BEGIN SKIP IT BY GOING TO WHERE IT SAYS "THE NEXT DAY"

The smut is simply to show how their relationship is like.

YOU WERE WARNED)

"Let's be real with each other." I say as I stare into his blue eyes, sitting across from him at the dining room table.

My nails are digging into the wood of the table as he stares back at me intensely. That frown. That permanent frown that always seems to be on his lips, that seems etched into his gorgeous face, is making me scowl at him even more.

"What?" He finally spits out.

I sigh shakily, my anger starting to get the best of me. "We hate each other."

"Yeah."

"But...we're never going to leave each other."

"Yeah."

"Unless..." I trail off.

"You intentionally kill me and I'll finally be out of your life." He jokes.

But I give him a serious look, glowering at him. "Or..." I trail off. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair he sits in, smiling at me with amusement in his eyes.

I can't help but stare at him, observe him in disgust. His hair is slicked back, his suit is still on his body, making him look like the clean cut, attractive, dream husband. But it's far from the truth.

"I meet in a brutal, terrible accident."

"You read my mind, Louis Tomlinson."

"Sadly I do, Rauline Tomlinson." He smirks.

I roll my eyes.

"I only married you for the sex."

"And I only married you for the money." I spit, leaning over the table as I sit across from him, wanting to tackle this man and wipe that smirk off his face. "That's why we aren't leaving each other." I mumble.

"Mainly." Louis nods.

"Shit." I whisper to myself but he hears me in the silence no doubt. "How is this going to work?"

"We just deal with it." Louis says.

"Deal with it? Are you an idiot?" I snap.

He doesn't respond, staring at me with a darker shade of blue in his irises, not smirking any longer but scowling just like me again.

"This is unhealthy. I actually want a relationship. But, your such a fucking asshole, I...I can't get that. You only like my body and I only like your money."

"What if I want this to work too?" He chuckles bitterly.

"You don't care about whatever this is you never have. We dated for four years and you never cared about those gestures I did for you. But you asked me to marry you anyway. I accepted because I had hope and knew you had millions. But you didn't change and now all I'm staying for is the money."

Louis purses his lips tightly.

"Yeah. Your right, I don't care." He says. "But, that just shows how naive you are." He says, shaking his head. "People don't change. I'll always be the ungrateful man I am."

I nod, knowing that for fact.

"If we divorce-"

"Which won't happen because if we did, Thomas wouldn't have anyone as a mother figure and I wouldn't give you money. The court would never even give you custody of the child because of your damn record so you would be broke and searching desperately for a job."

I glare at him, blood boiling. "Your right." I nod, sighing again, trying to keep calm and quiet to not wake up the sleeping child upstairs. It would be stupid to divorce this man.

"I think we should just get drunk, have sex, and sleep, then hate each other again. Just like we always did."

"What we did before we had a child." I say.

"Let's take out the drunk part then." He says. "We haven't had action in three years. He's two now. He can handle himself. He's potty trained and everything. He won't wake up crying for mummy anymore."

I close my eyes for a moment. "Okay fine." I nod slowly.

The man smirks, eyes darkening with lust. He stands up and walks over to me.

I stand up as well quickly, still angry but lustful.

"I don't love you." I whisper when he puts his lips against mine gently, his cold hands grabbing my cheeks gently.

I move my hands to the back of his neck, gliding them up to his hair. He takes his lips off mine before forcefully moving my head to the side, letting him move his soft lips to the skin of my neck. I moan.

"In fact, I hate you." I whisper further.

Louis moans lowly when my long nails glide across his scalp, making me pull his hair slightly.

He picks me up from the chair, holding my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist. "And I wish you would get out..." I breath and he continues to kiss my neck as we rush to the bedroom. "Of my life." I finish, breathing heavily, toes curling.

"I feel the same way about you." He says quietly before dropping me onto the bed, tearing my dress off, but leaving my red pumps on.

I unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants along with his underwear and his thick shaft slaps his stomach. I'll never get tired of it inside of me. The taste of it.

He reaches into my nightstand drawer, taking out a condom quickly, making the box fall to the floor with his quick movements.

He puts it on his member, and I see him getting aroused just by his simple touch, making me shiver with pleasure, goosebumps painting my arms.

He moans as he slowly slips inside of me, furrowing his eyebrows and biting his lip. I moan at the sight of him on top of me. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes even darker.

He begins to go faster and faster, making my fingers dig into the sheets. Skin slapping against skin sounds circle the room.

"Fuck." I whisper, arching my back at the sensation.

"This is why." Louis whispers, eyes shut tightly, his hands gripping the headboard of the bed, his chest beginning to get sweaty.

We're both moaning messes, he begins to get faster and faster and I hear myself almost begin to scream but I remember the innocent human in the house.

I feel another pressure on my clit, the coiling pressure in my stomach getting overwhelming. And we both suddenly reach our climax, me gripping onto his bare back tightly as he sloppily goes in and out of me.

And he falls beside me, breathing deep and heavy.

We lay there in silence, getting over our highs before Louis quietly gets up and walks to the bathroom, locking the door once he gets in.

And I lay on the bed, staring up at the cieling in wonderment as to how I got my life to be this way. But I end up feeling my eyes close and sleep taking over my body.

THE NEXT DAY
I wake up cold, goosebumps covering my whole body. I'm in the same position I was last night. Naked and exposed. I sigh heavily and sit up to run to the bathroom and take a hot shower.

After my shower I make the bed and I head downstairs to see Louis at the table drinking coffee silently. "I usually make your coffee."

"You weren't up." He says without looking up from his phone.

"So why didn't you wake me?"

"What's with all the talking, Rauline?"He snaps, jaw locking as he grips the cup tightly in his hand. His wedding ring shines with the sun seeping through the window to hit it.

I cross my arms over my chest and wonder why he still wears that. We're married but does he want to be reminded of that fact everytime he looks at his hands? He hates me just like I hate him. And he has never loved me. "Fine. Do you want any breakfast before you go?"

"No."

I sigh heavily, as usual, and walk to the kitchen to toast some bread for myself. We usually don't talk much when he goes to work, but sometimes I want to talk to him. Why does he treat it as if it's a crime?

"Louis." I say before walking inside.

"What?" He says, back still turned to me.

"Are you having an affair?"

"Why?"

"I'm just,wondering and wouldn't be surprised if you were. You would have double the fun."

"Are you having an affair?" He asks.

"No." I sigh. "Now answer."

"No. I'm not."

"Why?"

"Haven't gotten around it. I'm so busy with work all the time." He chuckles. I clench my fists and shake my head dissaprovinly.

Then I suddenly hear little footsteps running down the stairs. "Daddy!" The two year old exclaims. I watch as Louis stands up, me still seeing the back of him. And I watch as he bends down, picking our child up in his arms. "Hey kiddo." He says. "Want to come to work with daddy, today?"

"It's Saturday. I thought we going to park to play soccer." The little brown haired with blue eyes boy, a mixture of Louis and my looks, pouts. My heart deflates.

"I know Thomas but I was called to come to work today. I want you to join me." He smiles.

Thomas smiles back, being the sweet boy he is. I better get him away from his father before he catches how never to treat woman, not that I've seen him be around other woman in action yet.

"Thomas wants to stay home. It's cold outside and he might catch a cold, brrr." I say, covering my forearms with my hands and gliding them up and down. I actually put the heater on this morning because of how cold I was.

Thomas giggles softly, just staring at the two of us back and forth. I walk around Louis to take the child from his arms and cuddle into my own body. I look at him and he glares at me intensly. "I'll see you soon. Not sure if it'll be later or tomorrow. Bye." He says, grabbing his keys off of the counter and a stack of papers that sit on the island in the kitchen before walking out the front door.

I sigh heavily before taking a seat in the dining room. "You want to go out with me to run errands today?" I smile, looking at my son. Thomas smiles widely and nods his head slowly and I accept that right now, my only happiness in life is him and i'm not going to let Louis take the happiness away from me.

LATER

"Rauline, babe, can you go and tend table six?" Bryce,one of my coworkers and also friend asks me.

"On it." I say, picking up a pad and a pen before exiting the kitchen and heading towards table six to see six men that look like large, muscular bikers. I sigh shakily and click the pen almost a thousand times before actually making it over there. I smile at the table of six people.

"Hello guys, are you ready to order drinks or should I come back?" I say politely, my voice raising an octave.

"Nah, we're ready. All of us just want beer. But we're ready to order our meal as well." He smirks and a round of chuckles fill the table. I shift uncomfortably in the dress I wear and feel a lump in my throat.

"Okay. What will it be?" I ask.

"I'll have some mash potatoes with a side of your body."

I huff, annoyed and tired. "That's inappropriate sir."

"It's the truth, girl." He says, grabbing my wrist, caressing my skin with his thumb. His palm is rough and clammy. "Your married? I bet I can give you a better time, babe." The man says. "All of us can."

I snatch my wrist away angrily. "Just tell me your orders." I say, tensing up, tired from the long day. They tell me their orders and at least fifteen minutes after I come back with their drinks and shortly after with their food.

At the end of my shift I rush to the outside with a relieved sigh. I can finally go home and sleep. Its eleven o clock and I hate leaving Thomas with the babysitter for so long.

I rush to my car, pumps in my hand while Nike sneakers are clad on my feet. I was never the type of person that liked heels very much, I was more of a sneakers person.

"Hey baby." A voice says, appearing from behind a car with two other familiar looking men joining him. My breath hitches in my throat and I take two steps back. "Now, are you going to make the right choice of getting in my car right now or do we have to force you?" He chuckles.

My body is frozen but my mind is going. I walk towards them and touch their vehicle,eyes wide, as if I'm giving in.

I swallow thickly before bashing one of them against the head with my heels, making them scream out and then I begin to run, throwing my heels behind me at the other two who I assume are chasing me.

I make it to my car, praising the fact I am wearing running shoes, and I get inside, exhaling heavily. I then start up the car before driving away, heart racing and adrenaline pumping.

When I make it home Louis isn't there as usual, but i pay the babysitter and then the teenager leaves.

Thomas is sleeping so I take a shower, eat some leftover pizza I had ordered last week, brush my teeth, and all of that takes until one in morning and he still isn't back. But it's the usual.

So I go to bed, dreaming of smiling and being happy. And I wake up to reality in an empty bed like a zombie, realizing that will never happen.

(This story is kind of like a test on first person and how it feels like to do a story that the two characters actually have a history with each other already. This is different for me so bare with me? I don't think my first person writing skills are too good but I'm working on it.

ALSO, I AM MAKING A TRAILER CURRENTLY AND IT MIGHT BE UP SOON. But that's only if I want to continue this story.)