Getting married

Chapter 2

Valerie's POV

"Not bad..." He says after checking me out, his icy gray eyes looking at me like he was staring into my soul. 

I scoffed at his comment, could he get any more rude? I think quietly.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Excuse me?" I ask in return.

" What-is-your-name?" he deadpanned, annoyance written all over his face.

"Drop the act, I'm aware you've been keeping tabs on me for almost a month now. How is it possible you don't already know my name" I say, rolling my eyes at him.

He takes a quick step towards me, closing the distance between us. His hands reached for my neck and enclosed it, his grip not tight enough yet to stop my breathing entirely. 

"You better watch your mouth kitten, you might not survive another day here if you continue like this. Now what the fuck is your name" He said coldly, his grip on my neck tightening.

"Valerie" I choked out.

"Good girl" He says then releases my neck from his right grip making me pant heavily. Turns his back and starts heading out of the room.

"Fucking bitch" I mutter quietly.

"What did you just say?" He asks, turning to look at me. He glares at me coldly, his eyes holding so much malice I almost peed my pants.

"No-nothing" I say, stuttering.

He raises one eyebrow, eyes still glaring at me.

"I swear I didn't say anything just now" I lied swiftly.

"The marriage contract is on the table over there" he says pointing at the marble table at the center of the room. "Read it and sign it immediately. Bring it to my office when you're done, ask any of the maids to direct you" He says, completely ignoring my slip up and walks out.

I exhale in relief. 

That feeling of relief only lasted for a second as I realized what he just told me.

Marriage contract?? So soon?? Why did I think I was going to get some time? Of course he was going to make it as quickly as possible.

I walked over to the marble table and indeed there was a contract on top of it. It wasn't like the regular marriage contract I believe… This one had so many clauses.

I flump on the fancy looking couch and start to read the clauses.

Everything seemed normal until I got to section C of the contract. It was titled Party B Do's and Don'ts.

'Party B' refers to me.

'Party A' referring to Stephano.

section C contained…

Party B will not raise her voice at Party A

Party B will do what Party A asked, when she's asked and exactly how she was asked.

Party B would be submissive, and totally obedient to party A

Party B shall never have any affairs and will only refer to Party A to satisfy her sexual urges.

And most importantly, Party B must bear Party A's child who would be the heir.

What the hell was all this! no way I was signing a shitty contract like this. 

"Hey, where is Stephano's office?" I asked one of the maids.

She explains the directions for me. I marched to the direction of his office, fuming in anger.

Not bothering to knock. I opened the door immediately and threw the contract on his office desk, startling him a bit, but he managed to regain his composure immediately.

"What has gotten into you?" his relaxed expression quickly switched to anger once again.

"I think the right question would be, what the hell are these clauses for?" I ask in annoyance.

"what?" he asks again, pretending to be unaware of what I was talking about.

"What is the meaning of the last two clauses?" I ask back. Of course I didn't care about the other clause, I'm going to break them anyways.

"I wasn't aware you weren't educated enough to not know what they mean" He says smirking. 

"It simply means I'm the only one allowed to fuck you, and you're going to carry my child" He explains mockingly.

"Who says I'm going to let you have sex with me?" I say, raising my voice.

"Oh darling…" he says, getting up and walking closer to me.

"If I want to fuck you, I can" He says in a husky voice, his right hand roaming down my shoulder. Pausing at my left breast and squeezing it lightly. His hand continues going downwards, pausing again between my legs. His hand slips inside my lace panties. I feel three of his fingers enter my hole without any warning, making me release a loud moan. My heart rate increases as he slowly slides his fingers in and out, like he wanted to torture me. 

A sweet torture.

My moans echoes loudly in his office.

He chuckles at my reaction and withdraw his fingers, snapping me back to my senses.

"Listen kitten, I fucking own you now. Sign the goddamn papers" He says, with a smirk on his face. Very much aware of the effect he has of me.

In daze, I sign the papers realizing I have no choice in this. Threw the files on his table once again just for my own silly satisfaction, then stomped out of his office.

I go back to my bedroom, Pat showed me earlier. 

Sitting on the bed, I reflect on how my entire life just changed within a day. Tears starts to drop slowly from my eye, I was full on bawling my eyes out minutes later. In exhaustion, I fall into a dreamless sleep.

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"Valerie..." a short pause follows.

"Miss? please wake up" I hear Pat voice calling me, while tapping on my shoulder slightly.

"What is it?" I groan in frustration. If there was one thing I hated the most, it would be being woken up from my sweet sleep.

"It's time for dinner. The Don wants to have it with you" she says softly.

"Tell him I'm not interested, can't I have dinner here in this room. I don't want to see his ugly face" I deadpan.

"Valerie, you know the Don is anything but ugly" she says giggling, almost like she had a crush on him.

"And no, Don has made it compulsory to have dinner with him at all times. Exception for when he's out on a business trip" she tells me.

I frown, hearing this information and hoping he's out on trips frequently.

"Okay, I'll be down in a bit" I muttered.

"Sure" she says, then leaves the room.

I get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom room. I'm startled by the sight I saw. I look like a serious mess, my eyes red and puffy indicating I had been crying. My strawberry blonde hair in tangled mess due to my sleep.

I also forgot to cleanse my make up before falling asleep, now I look like a ghost. The tears from earlier really messed up my make-up. I wonder how Pat looked at me like that without making any comments.

I quickly wash my face, comb my hair and left the room after freashening up.

"Took you long enough" Stephano says, after noticing my arrival.

"At least I showed up" I replied, knowing fully well I was playing with fire. 

"I'm going to ignore your attitude since it's your first day here, next time I won't hesitate to bend you over and spank that ass red" He replied.

My face turns deep red at that, memories from the encounter in the office flooding back. I squeeze my thighs together trying to ignore the foreign sensation between my legs.

Stephano doesn't fail to notice this, but thankfully he ignored it without making any comments.

I eat my food quietly, silence filling the room. I start to grow annoyed by the awkward silence. Stephano didn't seem to have any problem with eating in silence.

"Why did you pick me?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"I didn't exactly picked you" He replied, not bothering to look at me. His focus fully on his food.

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously.

"Just stop with the questions" he stated.

"Just tell me please" I groan, not planning on stopping until I get answers.

"You really want to know why you are here?" he asks.

"Yess" I saw, nodding my head repeatedly.

"Follow me" He replies.