DimitriWe better finish this up so that I can leave for my wedding. I am getting pissed with every passing second.“ Are you sure it was not a bad idea to come here first on the morning of your wedding?" Carter says in my ear. “ I know you want to prove that you do not really care for her but this is extreme. I'm sure everyone is worried about your whereabout"“ If you are really scared that you cannot handle things here then you can say so. I will feel disappointed but I will also understand that seeing blood for as long as you have has finally taken its toll on you."He dismisses what I say “I am just worried about you. You could have let me do this on my own. You should know that I can handle things by now."“Which is exactly why I didn't want you to come here alone. Business is business regardless of my personal life. And I am not sure of how you will handle things. You both cannot stand each other and I don't trust you not to blow off his head and start a war."“I am not that im
VanessaIt is true what is said about marriages being one of the few events in life to reach out to the depths of our emotions. To touch the tiniest bits of our hearts we never even knew existed.I take another look at my reflection in the large mirror and I cannot recognize the person in it. Everything about me seems to be very different from what I am used to.The dress is a floor length alabaster gown with a train that does not extend too far. It is an A-line silhouette, light dress with lacy straps and bead embellishments on the upper side of it with a v-neckline that is moderate and does not make me look like a prostitute. I am so sure that the designer of this dress took more than enough time to create this elegant masterpiece and Tianna was right, I would have done the bridal universe a great injustice if I did not try to look my best in this dress.I take a look at what Diana has done on my face and I cannot help but admire the person inside the mirror with the minimal make-up
VanessaIs this what it feels like to be married? Does everyone who gets married immediately start to feel conscious. Conscious of the guests. Conscious of if they will find out the truth behind this relationship. Conscious of the man beside me, whose presence, I can't seem to ignore. His presence is all too consuming that for the most time, I feel like I'm only in his presence. Forgetting the other guests present.“You are very beautiful. I can see why boss wanted to tie you down real quick. He didn't want to give anyone a chance to snatch you away." I turn around and I come face to face with a very handsome man. Beautiful even. He is really tall. But not as tall as Dimitri. His eyes are like blue stones that go perfectly with his blonde hair. He also has a charming smile that enhances his beauty.“You're very pretty." I blurt out before I can control myself and cover my mouth with my palm as if that can stop the words from reaching his ears. He gives me an even wider smile and I f
VanessaThe silence for the entire ride home is very deafening and the tension is so thick that I'm sure a sharp knife would have a hard time cutting into it. He keeps his head straight and has not uttered a single word since he told me that we are leaving. Everyone was astonished that we were leaving so early because we are the ones being celebrated and I had no justification for our quick departure so I just hugged the people that matter and left.It didn't help that I had already moved in with Dimitri before the wedding, saying goodbye to them was hard. It is like the wedding was the pinch I needed to confirm the reality of what I got myself into.“You enjoyed it?" He asks pulling me out of my thoughts. I already forgot I was not the only one in the car.“Huh? Yeah." I have no idea what he is talking about and I answer off the top of my tongue. What is with him and cryptic questions?I see his grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles whitening. I have no idea what is wron
Vanessa“Yes."“Here?"“Yes."“You want me to put on a show for you? Like a prostitute?" I can feel the distaste on my tongue“Yes." He retorts in conciseness.“And you say that so casually like it is nothing. I am your wife and not some whore on the streets." My voice has gone up and I am practically shouting at this outrageous demand.He gets up from the sofa and in a few strides, he is right in front of me blocking out the view of the light from me. He stands taller than me and for the first time in a while, I feel very small. It is like his height and bulkiness have multiplied and now, I am scared.“You think you are any different from the ones in the streets? The ones I fuck are even better than you. They own who they are and live proudly but you? You are a hypocrite and do not deserve to be making demands." It's like his voice drops, sounding deadlier by the second, and with every word, he takes a threatening step towards me that makes me take a scared one backward until I feel
VanessaWho says we are done here?"The sound of his voice sends chills through my body. Not the kind of chills from the rainy days or the cold, snowy, winter nights. The kind of chills that reignites the fire from the depth of my gut, that makes me forget about the shame I felt from the humiliation I suffered through not too long ago.He walks slowly over to me and reaches behind me and pulls me flush against him by the back of my head. It hurts a bit when he twirls his fist rolling my hair around it and pulling it backwards. No we are staring deep into each other and a silent communication passes between us increasing the electricity that is created through our physical contact. I do not need for him to explain what is about to happen but what is surprising is how okay I am with it. How much I want it to happen.He takes off his clothes and is left in only boxer briefs giving me a perfect show of his body which I find hard to tear my gaze from. I drag my eyes through his body that s
Dimitri“Did the work police show up at your place and pull you away from your wife?" Carter asks waltzing in, not bothering to knock, like he owns the place.“Did you cut short your marriage just for work?" He questions again. If this was someone else, I would have him thrown out of the building but he is Carter Astor and he thinks he owns everywhere.“Where is the file on the Singapore project?" I mutter under my breath in an attempt to evade his question. I am not in the mood to speak with anyone but who is Carter without a little fight to mess with my sanity?“Trying to avoid the question right?" The no response is my response.“Are you already having issues with the wife?" And that brings up the thought I have been trying so hard —and failing— to push away. I can still remember the way she smelled, coconut and vanilla, perfect and feminine. The way her body trembled over my touch, the soft of her skin, her body structure — perfect unlike the others with plastic fillers —, the wa
“ I have no idea what she likes and I do not care." He gazes at me like he does not believe me and I decide to have my own fun too. “You could help me ask her best friend or something. That would give you an excuse to meet up with her again." I suggest.He opens his mouth like he wants to say something and he closes it back changing his mind. He repeat the action two more times. Good, I made him speechless.I smirk at him “What is going on with you and her? I noticed you have not been getting some action..." I throw his words back at him as the smirk turns into a full blown smile “...so tell me, are you saving yourself for her? You do realize that you are way past that since you lost your virginity to your mother's assistant." Now I'm laughing. I should do this often. I finally get why he does this to me. It is normal to get other people in this position, boring even, but to put your annoying best friend on the spot? Priceless.“There is nothing between us and I did not stop fucking w