Rocco pov
The door is securely locked.
I'm still gripping the doorknob, but no matter how many times I turn it, it won't give.
It's been locked from the inside. Without any inkling of why the woman I married a few hours ago would be locking me out of my own bedroom, I instinctively raise my hand to knock.
The knock is so loud it could wake the dead. There's no way she can claim she locked the door and accidentally fell asleep. I've only been outside for half an hour, contemplating and planning my next steps after this whole ordeal is over.
I've been trying to get over the humiliation of how she embarrassed me at the church wedding. She refused to let me kiss her on the lips. Isn't that part of the charade? We're supposed to pretend that we're genuinely falling for each other, that's what she said, right?
I felt utterly embarrassed. What if someone had witnessed that moment?
Luckily, it appears that no one was quick to pick up on anything between us, not the tension and mutual dislike we harbor.
There's no response.
"Valentina, open the door," I call her name loudly as I continue to knock.
Isn't she going to answer me? Has this woman I call my wife lost her mind? How could she do this on our wedding night?
I already had a pretty good idea of her personality from our first meeting. She can be quite unpredictable. She isn't intimidated by me at all.
"Val?" I unconsciously call out, remembering that's what her parents called her at the wedding reception. She's certainly adept at putting on an act. She was all smiles and clingy during the photo session.
It was getting on my nerves, maybe because I didn't like how physical she was being, knowing that this marriage is nothing more than a façade, or perhaps because she refused to let me kiss her.
Me.
Girls long for that one kiss.
Who does she think she is?
Fueled by a mix of anger and frustration, I pound on the door, and it swings open immediately.
I spot a white towel and a hand busy with drying her hair.
Had she been in the bathroom this whole time?
Without saying a word, I step inside, but her face pops up from nowhere, and she halts me, blocking my path with her arms extended wide.
"Why were you banging the door like that?" She inquires, her petite face scowling, as if the place is solely hers.
She's got another towel wrapped around her chest, revealing her smooth skin and her curvy figure.
"Excuse me," I retort, and she rolls her eyes but doesn't step aside to let me pass.
This is the penthouse. Mother insisted we come here for our wedding night, and I'm sure they expect us to consummate our marriage.
I can't bear to look at her for too long, as my initial impression of this unattractive woman still haunts me.
"Hey, get out," she states with an air of authority, and I raise an eyebrow, thinking I must have misheard her.
"What?!"
"I said, get out. First, I need some privacy because I just came out of the bathroom, and secondly, this is my room, isn't it? We're not a couple, are we? We shouldn't spend the night together, should we? We can't share the same bed either."
She sounds breathless, but I know better than to fall for her act. She's full of pretense.
Clamping my teeth in annoyance and desperate to shed this tuxedo so I can take a cold shower and wash away the day's stress.
"Move out of my way, woman!" I can't help but shout.
This isn't what I had planned. This is why I didn't want to get married. Women can be quite a handful, and I won't let her boss me around just because I may need her more than she needs me.
I'm the one who makes the rules.
"No, husband. Go to the other room or find a comfortable couch to sleep on," she suggests, attempting to push me out.
I grasp her hand and push her away to enter.
"What the heck!" She yells and launches an attack on me from behind. I feel her chest pressing against my back as she tries to shove me outside.
I let her do as she wishes, but getting me out is beyond her. In a matter of minutes, she's breathing heavily as if she just ran a marathon.
She releases me, and when I turn around to face her, the towel's edge slips down, and she quickly squats down with wide-open eyes to shield her nudity.
"Get out of here, you pervert," she cries.
I could enjoy making her feel even more uncomfortable by continuing to stare since she can't get up and find some clothes without exposing part of her body.
But I'm the better one. I want to be the better one. I won't be as childish as she is.
I turn my back to her, stride over to the closet, and grab a towel before heading into the bathroom.
There's no towel where I usually hang it. Then I remember she has two towels with her: one wrapped around her body and the other on her head.
Oh, no!
"Jerk!" I hear her mutter to herself while still squatting down.
I remove my jacket and slip out of my pants, leaving me in just my shorts. I don't have any qualms about undressing in front of her. After all, she's the one making a big deal out of exposing her body when she's legally my wife.
Moreover, I didn't give her any reason to believe that she's attractive to me. So why would she think I'd find her attractive, or that her naked body would have any effect on me?
I'm not that kind of man.
I have my ideal type of woman, and Valentina is definitely not one of them. Her absurd attire and the excessive makeup she had on that day left me with a bad impression, and I doubt I can ever look past that initial appearance.
When I turn back, contemplating asking her for one of the towels, she glares at me coldly, still on the floor, crouched in an uncomfortable position with her hands wrapped around her body.
I make a mental note to fetch another towel from the main house. I never expected to spend my wedding night here, so there were no preparations for it. It just happened.
Both our families are determined to make this marriage work without realizing that Valentina and I have other plans.
I only came to the penthouse to escape the commotion in the main mansion.
There are two bedrooms, but the other one has been converted into a home office, leaving us with only one bedroom.
I take long strides to the bathroom door without even sparing her a glance.
Whether Valentina likes it or not, I'm sleeping here tonight.
Valentina pov Determined to irritate him tonight, I sprawl on the bed, fully dressed. As soon as I hear the shower turn off, I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.I can't allow him to sleep in the same bed with me. We can't share a bed.I value my privacy and personal space. I've never had to share a bed with anyone except Fred, and I'm not prepared to reach that level with Rocco.I understand that we're supposed to sign the contract tonight, but I'm not going to give him the opportunity to sweet-talk me into letting him sleep in the same bed.The bathroom door opens, and I envision him stepping out with a bare chest, droplets of water trailing down his wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist.I can picture the glare he'll give me when he realizes I'm already "asleep" on the bed, sprawled with my legs apart to keep him from joining me.Tonight is our first night as a couple, and I want us to adhere to the contract's rules to make our time together more manageable. Allowing
Rocco pov She practically pounces on me, startling me. I sit up immediately, allowing her to slide down with a big grin on her face."What was that for?"She shrugs nonchalantly, as if she hasn't done anything wrong."I need to sleep," I almost add the word "please." I'm already tired of arguing with her. It's clear she won't leave me alone."Please?" She demands, raising her eyebrow. It's then I notice her hand on mine. I immediately pull my hand away.Turning back to the bed, I mutter, "Please."Then, I lie down, hoping she'll let me be now."I didn't ask you to sleep yet," she jumps down from the bed and drags me up. Now, I'm more convinced she jumps for a living.Why is she jumping around like a monkey? What does she even do for a living?I know I married a stranger, but I should've asked if she had a job so she wouldn't be a complete liability. Helping her parents is enough."We need to sign the contract first," she pauses to remember what else we should do on our first night to
Valentina pov My nose twitches, and I open my eyes to the sun's setting rays touching my skin. Memories of yesterday's events rush back to me along with thoughts of last night.Sitting up, I look around. The curtains are open. Did Rocco open them? I glance towards the door, which is still locked. Maybe the curtains were drawn aside last night.I get out of bed, feeling quite hungry, and move toward the door. Rubbing my eyes to shake off sleep, I unlock it and step out. Making my way to the kitchen, I eventually reach the living room, where I see Rocco sleeping on the floor. His blanket is half on him and half on the couch.Did he fall from the couch, or did he deliberately choose to sleep on the floor? I almost chuckle at the sight of him sprawled out, legs apart.I assume he might want to go to work since there's been no talk of a honeymoon, and I'm not too keen on having him around all day. Maybe I should wake him up; I can't be uncooperative all the time.Walking to the living roo
Rocco's POV Like an erupting volcano, I burst into my parent's mansion with anger coursing through me and stormy red eyes. I stalk towards the second living room when no one is in sight the moment I enter, except for the maids whom I do not feel like talking to. The person I want to see is my mother. And dad. They both caused this. If only they didn't try to force me or blackmail me into marrying that crazy woman in the penthouse, maybe I won't be this frustrated, angry, and sad, and I would probably be on my way to work, excited for a new day's challenge. They caused this so they should answer for this. During the wedding yesterday, I realized mother was the one behind it all. She was the one who reminded my dad about it and pushed him to force me into this. This is just unfair. This is unfair. This is sheer wickedness. Just before I get to the living room, Nita appears. When she spots me, she smiles and waves her hand but I shove her away and enter to see mom sitting on her
Valentina's POV Frederick is the type of man who loves a woman with everything he possesses. He was the exact type of man I wanted; one who loves fiercely and passionately. One who loves me for who I am. One who doesn't criticize my shortcomings but accepts and loves them as well. A man who looks at me and smiles for no reason. A man who loves even my dirtiest moment. That is Fred. This is the exact definition of Fred. He is that man. And it was so hard not to fall deeply in love with him. The way he loves me, the way he smiles at me, and the way he shuts me up with a kiss whenever I am in the mood for an argument always gets me weak in the legs. I keep loving him every single day for loving me despite everything. But one thing is an obstacle. His cheating nature. I doubt if Fred would ever stop doing that. Being with Brenda is what broke the camel's back and I don't ever want to be with him again, even though it hurts. It hurts so much. My heart hurts. It feels like a fire
Rocco's POV My gaze darts outside the car window, watching the rain pattering and the droplets sliding down the window as I ignore the fear consuming my insides. I left the office before the rain began so I could come back to my parent's mansion to see mom or dad. But on second thought, I decided to see Anita instead. Mom will never tell me what it is. Dad must have sworn to secrecy never to tell me either and it's breaking me. Curiosity is killing me. My mother is dying and I didn't even notice a strange thing? Is this how much I have distanced myself from my family? What exactly is happening? Where exactly is it hurting? Why did Anita use the word "dying" instead of sick? Is it something incurable? Mother doesn't even look sick. She looks as healthy as always. She even looks more beautiful recently and the thought of it almost makes me tear up. My mother can't die. No. I will do everything in my power to see to it that she survives this but first I need to know the source
Valentina's POV It thunders continuously and I scramble out of bed with agitation. This is the third time I am getting out of bed because of the scary rambling of the thunder. Right now, I am done with the idea of sleeping alone in this goddamn cold room. When I was home, whenever it rains and there is thunder, I always run to my parent's room. Whenever I feel uncomfortable running over to them, I take solace in Fred. That fucking idiot. Now I hate him so much for thinking I will overlook what he did with Brenda simply because she was the one who seduced him. How could he allow her to do that to him on two different occasions and he expects me to take him back? If I hadn't gotten married to a man like Rocco, would he have called me so we could meet? Even though my heart still beats for him, I want to get rid of all the memories I had with him and I know the best way to do that is to have good times with someone else so it will be easier to erase the ones I had with Fred. It w
Rocco's POV I was slightly frightened when she spoke up. I never thought I would meet her up here in my room. It was the least I expected. My banging headache, my sorrow and the bad effect the rain has on me today aren't helping matters. I came into the room with my eyes close. I just wanted everything to go back to normal; the way it used to be when I had no problem in the world and even if I do, I always go home to talk to mom about it and it will be resolved. Most of the problems I always had always had to do with my company. Mother is always ready to help. Sometimes, when I need Dad's help, I indirectly sort out his help by going to my mom. She is my backbone. She gives me a shoulder to lean on. She is my mentor. She is a good woman with a heart of gold. Why is Valentina in my room? I ask inwardly when she waves a hand at me to jerk me out of my reverie. The headache I am feeling is a result of the accumulated stress and also the thinking I have been doing all morning. I a