Who Has The Upper Hand now, Old Fool.

"Don't be ridiculous." Madonna noticed a second later that she has exposed her nakedness again. It has not been up to a day since she met Dante but she has already shown him parts of her that nobody has ever seen. Dante cleared his throat and acted indifferent about the ordeal.

"Just a few minutes ago you were willing to accept whatever condition." 

"Yes, that was because I thought it would be a sane condition."

"What decision would consider sane?" Madonna pouted as she realized the whole situation was already insane.

"How about I work for you, I can make a very good secretary."

"I do not require a secretary."

"How about a personal assistant?" Madonna has no negotiation skills. After she graduated, she started working as a teacher and she enjoys it.

"Personal assistant?" Dante thought of his best friend Anthony, who is currently his assistant and he would not step down from the position. "That position would never be vacant."

Madonna tried to speak but Dante cuts her off. "Don't try, you would never be able to change my mind."

"There is no room for negotiation?" Dante nodded. "You're a bad businessman."

"I don't care what you think."

"I can bite off my tongue, I am not going to accept your condition." Madonna cried.

"You won't be biting off your tongue." Dante has seen death up close and seen people that chose to take their own life than accept a certain condition. So, from his experience, he was sure that Madonna wouldn't be able to bite her own tongue. 

"Also, you will accept my conditions." Dante picked up the tab and Madonna's eyes followed his every move. "Because if you don't, I will make this the most trending news. Horny teenager boys would have a lot of fun pleasing themselves while watching it."

"What do you hope to achieve with all these? Are you not satisfied with what you took last night?" Madonna cried and Dante leaned down and his breath fanned her face.

"The marriage, it's the achievement." Madonna for a brief moment thought the marriage wouldn't have been such a bad idea if Dante came through proper means.

"When would the wedding be?" 

"Today." Dante sat up and Madonna gasped. She thought they would have to wait for a while or so.

"Isn't that too sudden?" 

"No, I have already made all arrangements. Your wedding gown would be bought any minute." Madonna has always dreamed of how her wedding would be. She thought of her friends that would come, she didn't have anyone she would consider a close friend but she had acquaintances. She also wanted her family to be there and have her father hand her over to the groom. She looked up at Dante with glassy eyes and knew her dreams would never be a reality.

"You are a monster."

"A lot of people would try to break us apart, I will have you know that the moment we break up I will expose your deepest secret." Dante knew that Roman would try his best to break them apart so he needed to make sure Madonna knew of the consequences.

"Do you promise you will keep it hidden as long as I do as you say."

"Yes."

"Even from my father, make sure that he or any of my family doesn't know." It took Dante two months to track down Madonna so with him gone for two months, it was enough time to meet and fall in love. So, it wouldn't be weird if the news of the wedding breaks out.

"Yes, nobody would know." Madonna nodded but she was anything but happy. Dante felt bad for that and decided to elevate her mood just a little. "Tell you what, I will delete a picture or video every time you act well." Madonna looked up and hope appeared on her face before it was replaced with a curious gaze 

"Just to be sure, acting well doesn't involve any naughty thing?" Dante scoffed and shook his head.

"You don't have to worry about that. Now because I am a gentleman I will let you choose between court wedding or church."

"Church." The reply was almost instant.

"Looks like someone is eager to become a Mrs." Dante mocked and Madonna rolled her eyes. She is 26 years old so being a Mrs wasn't such a bad idea.

"I will leave you to get ready, by noon you would be happily married." Dante left and Madonna didn't bother to ask how he hoped to achieve that. She decided to let him do all the thinking since the situation was already out of her control

"Get everything ready." Dante spoke to someone on the phone the moment he left Madonna.

True to his words, Madonna and Dante were standing before a priest by noon. A few minutes after Dante left her alone, a stylist enter her room to get her ready for the wedding. It was done in less than two hours and right now she was standing in front of a priest. Madonna remembered seeing Dante last night at the bar wearing a black suit, she thought he was handsome even in her stupor state. Madonna stared at Dante and thought she was wrong last night because the man standing beside her was not just handsome but ruggedly handsome.

"Is there anybody that has anything that would stop this holy matrimony?" The priest asked and Madonna turned to only see one young man sitting on the second roll. The young man is Anthony and he was the only one that came to witness the wedding.

"Since there is no one, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the pride." Madonna shut her eyes tightly as she thought that Dante would kiss her. Madonna's eyes widened as she felt Dante's soft lips, not on her lips but cheek.

"Now, you are mine." Dante whispered and Madonna remember the vow she took just a moment ago.

"In the name of God, I, Madonna Ricci, take you, Dante Russo, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death." Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the young man that has succeeded in getting what he wanted. 

'This is going to be a living hell' Madonna thought as Dante led her out of the church and Anthony followed behind them.

"Who has the upper hand now, old fool." Dante muttered.