5: Anger Issues

A V E L I N A

We got to the hotel and got into our room. I made the first trip to the bathroom to pull off this heavy wedding dress and take a hot shower.

I came out wearing a light pink silk nightgown.

When I walked out, I noticed him sitting on the couch, a drink in his hand. He looked up, his grey orbs roaming my body, making me fidget.

I swallowed, feeling nervous. It was the first time we were completely alone and the tension was thick.

I walked over to the bed, sitting down and pulling the duvet over my legs. His shirt was unbuttoned and he had changed out of his formal attire, now dressed in a pair of shorts and a plain black shirt.

The room was dimly lit and I watched as he took stick of cigarette and brought it to his lips, lighting it. He took a deep inhale, blowing out a puff of smoke.

"That's bad for your health." I blurted out. I don't know why, but the thought of him getting sick because of something so unnecessary didn't sit well with me.

He raised a brow, "And why do you care?"

"I-I don't." I averted my gaze, playing with my fingers. "It's just...it's bad, that's all."

"Already doing your wifely duties? That was fast. I would've preferred for you to start sooner." He smirked, puffing his smoke.

I snapped my head towards him, not liking what he implied. "I'm not going to sleep with you, so you can get those thoughts out of your mind." I said, thankful that the room wasn't bright enough for him to see the blush that was spreading across my cheeks.

"What? I wasn't thinking about that. I wouldn't even touch you with a stick." My blush disappeared as quickly as it appeared and I looked away, not able to form any words.

He chuckled, his eyes dark. "I don't care if you're my wife or not, I'll never touch you. Not after I find out who you really are. So don't worry your pretty little head over it, Princess."

His words shouldn't have affected me. They should have relieved me. Instead, it made me feel a sharp pain in my chest and tears welled up in my eyes.

Without thinking, I jumped off the bed and grabbed the first thing I could find. A vase.

Before I could control myself, it was already flying towards him, crashing right in front of him. He didn't even flinch.

"Fuck you!" I screamed.

He got off the couch and stalked towards me, his face void of any emotion. He didn't stop, pushing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me, caging me.

His hand reached for the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to his face. I whimpered, trying to move away, but he held me firmly.

"Listen here, princess. I won't let some pathetic whore ruin my family. So, you'll stay silent and do exactly what I tell you to. Because if you don't, I won't hesitate to fuck you into this bed and leave you alone and broken. Understand?" He growled.

I stared at him, my body trembling in fear. "I-I wasn't manipulating her, Enzo. I-I would never–"

He slapped his hand across my mouth, silencing me. "Save it, sweetheart. I'll find out the truth and I'll expose you for who you are." He said, his tone final.

"You'll be out of my life before you know it."

"Good." I glared, feeling my anger take over. "I don't want to be your wife, anyway. I want nothing to do with you."

He smirked. "Oh, is that so? And yet, you agreed to marry me. Your body clearly says otherwise." And he proved his point by

grazing his thumb across my erect nipple. I gasped, biting my lip to hold back a moan.

He chuckled, "You're so responsive."

"Please." I whispered, feeling ashamed.

He pulled away, looking at me. "What do you say, should we consummate our marriage?"

"N-no."

"No? Are you sure? You seem pretty into it." He said, his hands moving up my thighs.

He quietly slid the strap of my nightgown down my shoulder, revealing one of my breasts to him. He looked at it and then back at me. "It's pretty, isn't it?"

"Y-you're an asshole."

"You can't blame me. I'm only following my body's instinct." He shrugged, leaning closer. He took my exposed breast in his mouth, sucking and licking. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Hmm. You taste so good, princess." He pulled away, blowing a hot puff of air.

He pulled the other strap down, letting my gown pool around my waist. "You're so perfect." He muttered, staring at my half naked body.

I felt uncomfortable, especially with the way he was staring at me. He looked hungry, and not for food.

"So perfect." He mumbled.

He cupped my breast, his thumb caressing my nipple. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy the sensation of his fingers around my nipple.

I let out a yelp as I felt a something sting me and my eyes flew open as I watched him burn his cigarette on my nipple with a wicked smirk on his face.

He stood to his feet and adjusted his shirt. "A manipulative gold-digger with hidden anger issues and also a desperate whore ready to open her legs for anyone? Wouldn't have imagined. Looks really do deceive, don't they?" He asked, his voice laced with venom.

I cried, covering my body with the duvet. I glared at him, hating him for doing that. "You're a bastard."

"No, sweetheart. But you are a manipulative whore, so, there's that."

I didn't respond, tears falling down my cheeks.

He walked out the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the door was closed, I broke down. My whole body was shaking and I didn't know what to do.

My nipple still burned from where he had touched me and I rubbed at it, hoping to get rid of the pain.

I hated him.

I hated him so much.

"Lorenzo is a difficult person. He's a lot different from what he used to be."

"He's very charming. Very caring. Always willing to help, even if it meant he'd get nothing in return."

"He's a good man."

Those were the words I heard as I from Maggie. She never missed the chance of talking about all her grandchildren. She spoke more fondly of Lorenzo and even if I hadn't met him, all she said about him made me develop a little crush on him.

Guess those were all lies.

All I saw when I looked at him was an asshole, someone who didn't care about anyone except himself.

If only I knew.

If only.