VanessaI spend the rest of the day in my room. I cannot bring myself to come out after what we did on the dining table. I have no idea what comes over me when he is around. It is like the sane part of me is brutally thrown aside, giving way to another part of me. A darker part of me. I hate that he is controlling but at the same time I love it and I don't know how to explain it. I hate and love how his presence seems to awaken everything in me.“Arrgghh! My life is so confusing!" I yell at the ceiling.But it was not confusing when he was holding you down and plunging roughly into you huh?“Shut the fuck up!" I say to no one in particular. Seriously I need to be checked. My brain is taunting me.Your brain is doing nothing to you. It's just you and your body. This one comes out mockingly and in Diana's voice.“Get out of my head Dee."What does one even pack for a honeymoon trip? I have no idea what to do. We never said anything about a honeymoon. He told me nothing about it but sinc
DimitriAs soon as I get to my room I pick up my phone to call Carter. It rings the first and the second time but the clown still does not pick up. I try again for the second time.“Pick up you bastard." I mumble into the phone to an imaginary Carter. Why would he not answer? What would he be doing that is so important that he would ignore my call?. He finally picks up after the third try.“ I know that I am handsome and all, and that you probably miss me but try to get a hold of yourself. You shouldn't be this clingy because we just saw each other a little while back. Especially not now that you have a wife. Wouldn't want anyone swinging a bat at me for stealing all her husband's attention " he drawls into the phone. I can hear feminine chuckles in the background and I do not need to be told what is going on. Can he seriously not take a longer break.“Can you please not make a joke every time we talk?" I tell him m with a grunt.“A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay aw
Vanessa It is raining by the time we leave the penthouse for the airport. The weather forecast says that there would be light showers tonight so it is good enough for us to travel but I am still not convinced that nothing will go wrong. I have never been on a plane before. Never had to travel and never could afford it. I have always wanted to travel out of my birth state but I have never for once considered the means to get there. The plane has always seemed to me to be a giant metal trap box that I have never been enthusiastic to be locked in. As we approach a traffic light, I lean into the seat and look out the window. The view is very pretty. The streets are littered with many people despite the weather. As we pass by, I see three girls, each holding a bag, playing in the rain. One is blonde and the other two are brunettes with one having bright colors littered on her hair. She has the biggest smile in the group as she opens her arms wide, as if to hug the rain. The other two a
VanessaI did not know I had fallen asleep until I am jolted awake by the announcement over the PA system telling us that we have arrived in Italy and would be landing soon. I hurry to fasten my seatbelt and look outside the window and the sight that greets me is extraordinary. I am yet to meet anyone or explore anything but up here, from the sky, it looks so beautiful. Like a city of lights. The lights are scattered around the city helping to light up the city. From up here, it looks like Christmas with the different light colors decorating the city. I have seen pictures online and read about how beautiful the place is but I have never had the opportunity to have my first hand experience in it.And the food. The Italians are known for their pasta, pizza ... Mmmhhhh. I have not had my chance to eat it but I already feel the taste and I'm even savoring it. I don't know if he knows how much I love the food culture of Italy but I am grateful to be here.Who am I kidding. There is no way
Vanessa“Thank you very much. Good night." I say right after him“Good night." She responds and immediately walks out.As soon as she walks out, I am not sure if I should sit to enjoy the food or if I should wait for him to be ready so we can eat together. He just stands there like a statue like he is waiting for something. He is still sporting a tight look on his face and so I choose the former.I walk to the table and have my seat. I will not be waiting for him. I am so tired. At least he got a drink and a nice customer service on the plane as far as I remember. I did not get a bottle of water and I said nothing because I was too scared to say anything especially as they seemed to be familiar with each other.I take a fork and dig it into a plate of spaghetti with prawns and I am immediately transported to heaven when the food meets with my tongue. Where in the heavens was this made and who is the Angel that was tasked with the job?I moan to the taste not caring if I was being watc
DimitriShe makes me hyper aware of everything going on around her. I cannot seem to get my mind to drift off everything that she does. It's like any move she makes is just to hold my attention in firm grip. This is getting out of control and I need to put a stop to it before it starts to threaten everything that I have worked hard to build. Even if I cannot completely bury whatever is there right now, I should at least be able to get it under extra control. I cannot let her presence in my life threaten my sanity.We are in a car on our way to the airport for our honeymoon. How did I come to this decision? One minute, I decide on one thing and the next, I am deciding on another while I have my cock shoved deep inside her. I do not make mistakes like this. Do not make decisions like this. If this was Carter I would not be moved but this is me and I do not make decisions with properly going over them. I do not even this k anything through before I'm making the decision and calling Carte
Dimitri I get back to my seat in time. I do not want to have her wake up to me in her face. It would not look right. Would not sit right with her. Or me either. I go back but I do not take my eyes off her. She is beautiful and she is all mine. I am not sure of when I really started to want her but I know that I do and I intend to do anything to keep it that way especially since I know that my brother may have feelings for her. I cannot ignore the way he stared at her the day in the house when they were walking back together from the garden. The thought of it still brings my blood to a boiling point. I know that I should get over it considering the fact that I am the one who suggested the no feelings part of the deal but I cannot. How dare he try to put his hands on what is mine? She is not an object that you keep laying claim to like an animal. I can hear that voice say again but it is wrong. She is mine in every way. I own her body and it is only a matter of time before I own her s
Dimitri “You are going to snap my hand in two. Stop!" She tries to yell but keeps her voice low enough to not get anyone suspicious of us. Well if she does not want anyone to know anything, then she should not be suggesting saying goodbyes to pilots who have no business being around her. I pay no attention to her complain and do nothing to reduce the tight grip on her wrist. I keep pulling her till we get into the car. I have to get her away from here before she suggests something else. “Get in." I say in one command and she obeys without any argument. I like that. No arguments. We get into the car and get ready to leave the airport. “Good evening Sigñor Dimitri. I trust your flight went well." To that, once again, I so not respond. If he wanted to know how my trip went them maybe he should have been there. “Congratulations madame. I heard about the wedding." I can hear him say. I look up to him and find him holding her stare through the mirror. How dare he. I glare at him so har