Novels by sanddune

>>>>>~PAIGE MATHEWSON RUSSO~It's not a sex thing. He really does not take his shirt off. It has been a week since our wedding and I am yet to see my own husband's bare torso. We are at Miller's pool. While Miller's wife, Gianna, and I are by the bar sipping on margaritas, Dante and Miller are teaching Miller's three-year-old to swim. "Dante just adores Sam." Gianna takes my hand. I want to swat her hand away but living with Dante Russo for a week has fairly accustomed me to annoying human beings. I am sure if my Dadda and Momma finds out, they would have wanted to marry me off to him sooner. "Someday he will make a great father." I give her a smile. Kids are the last thing on my mind. I have an empire to build. It's not that I don't want children. Just like most women, I would like to have annoying miniatures of me - hopefully only me because I would die if I have more of Dante . Yes, that's what it has come to in seven days of marriage - running around my property, van

>>>>>~PAIGE MATHEWSON RUSSO~We are supposed to spend the wedding night at the honeymoon suite of the same resort where we held our wedding and reception. That's what happens when someone who does not even have a break from work wants a wedding in three days. I am not pointing fingers. Just stating facts. I take a long long breath as I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I huff and look over at my smirking husband through the transparent walls. Who comes up with shit like this?Yes, there's a remote that can opacify the glass. Except the said remote happens to be with the object of my wrath.I throw him the finger, the same finger I had moved my wedding ring to as a big F-you to my husband and grab a face wipe. Maybe he will run for his life when he sees me without makeup. I start to peacefully remove all the muck on my face but will it be normal for Dante Russo to sit still and let me be at peace? Um... No. So he waltzes in to the bathroom and comes to stand beh

>>>>>~PAIGE MATHEWSON~Dadda is patting his cheeks with his damp handkerchief as we stand in front of the giant mahogany double doors that will lead us to the altar."Are you crying because your darling baby is getting married or because she is getting married to Dante Russo?" I ask him.He blows his nose and gives me a flat look, but my dear old man answers the question nevertheless. "A little of both."I smile at him."Don't worry too much about me, Dadda," I tell him. "I am me. I will be fine."He nods."I know." He says. "But I feel like I have failed you. Failed you and your mother so much that I cannot even tell your mother what is going on.""Momma does not need to know any of this," I say. "We have to protect her peace of mind.""I am so proud of you, my pea.""Don't call me that.""At least today you can let me-""No.""Come on-""Absolutely not.""We are opening the door." One of the event organizers informs us.Dadda and I quickly fix our postures as the doors fling

>>>>>~PAIGE MATHEWSON~Someone once told me I had a knack for getting on others' nerves.And I agree.I do have that extraordinary power that comes oh so naturally to me.I am not ashamed of it.It helped me out a whole lot in life.For example, I am friendless which equates to the truth that I have no backstabbing bitches in my life. It's me against the world.It does not make me a sad being, believe me.I hear Taylor Swift playing somewhere. She is my favorite. Yep, I am that kind of girl as well."What's going on?"I am pulled out of my train of thought by my mother."Yes, mother dearest?" I flash my pearly white teeth at her."Dadda wants to talk to you." She says.I sigh."That can't be good."She gives me a chastising look but even she knows I am right. It is never nice when my father and I meet. The conversations almost always end in arguments, him raising his voice, and me throwing stuff.We try to keep our interactions to a minimum."Did he give you a clue as to why h