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
VanessaAnother month has passed since I tried to coerce Hayden to help me out of Dimitri's home and seven days since his departure on a business trip. It has also been seven days since I last heard from him. I have no idea if he is doing alright or if he's alive or dead. I have tried but have not been able to call him. Not that I don't have the means to reach him or that he has forbidden me from calling him. I just don't know what to say when I do call him. Do I ask about the weather? Do I ask about his business? But I know nothing about it. Do I ask about his business partners or what? What do normal couples talk about over the phone?He has been less mean and we have great sex but we are not friends. Apart from that time we saw a movie and a few more times after that, we don't exactly hang out. We go out for dinner now and then to keep up with the farce but there is nothing real about it. It's just part of the job description. Many times, I have picked up my phone to call him but I
VanessaIt has been a month since that incident. Since I nearly lost my life. It is sad and very sour to think that my heart is not the only thing after my life. I am still alive— thank God– but I don't think I can truly live until I find out the truth about what happened that night. A repeat of the events keeps playing in my head. I can hardly sleep every night without being plunged back into the car.Dimitri and everyone keep trying their best to convince me that the car was hit by a falling g tree branch but I know better and cannot be convinced otherwise. I know because I heard the gunshots. I heard it loud and clear. I was in no way intoxicated that my judgment will be disregarded. I heard the booming sound of the gun and when it hit the car. I heard the second one which led him to lose control of the car. I felt my would leave my body at that moment. The only thing I could hold onto was him and now he is lying to me.“Vanessa! You're drifting again." Hayden draws my attention ba
I watch as the dinner happens and I cannot help but admire the feistiness in her. Vanessa, what a lovely name. It sounds like something so delicate. I would expect that she would be delicate but I beg to differ after I saw the fire and how she nearly ripped Francesca apart.I never would have guessed that Dimitri would get himself a wild one for a wife. I thought she would be docile, and easy to control but she has a bit of him in her. She is almost as scary as him. I hope I get to experience some of that heat when I take her for myself.It is funny that the entire household, the entire table has no idea who is listening in or watching them. They are oblivious to their environment which gives me an advantage. I wanted nothing more than to have access to their hotel room so that I can at least please myself by watching his wife but the man knows how to make a fortress of anywhere he is. It was hard to penetrate his office but I did it and now he thinks everyone is out to get him. Good.
“Oh, God! Dimitri." My body trembles uncontrollably and I shut my eyes as I come all over the place. He lowers his head to my shoulder and bites my pulse as he comes inside of me. His hit semen shoots through me like lava and I commit it, along with all other actions that have taken place, into memory. It is unintentional but I know I will never forget this feeling. I can never forget Dimitri even if I try.He lays down beside me and we're both silent. I'm still trying to regulate my breath and calm my beating heart. I look at him and his gaze is faced to the ceiling. “What are you thinking?"He turns to me. “About the fact that our hosts know what we're doing. That sends my brain into overdrive and the memory of what happened earlier with Francesca comes to mind. I cannot believe this! I sit up immediately and look at the door. What if someone had come in? What if someone had seen us? How am I sure that they had not already come and saw us doing the nasty in their bed?“Calm down," h
Vanessa“Go on. Tell us, tell your father how you got his godson, my husband, to sleep in your bed on the first night of my honeymoon." I turn to Dimitri this time to see him already looking at me “Or do you want to do the honors since you're the one sleeping in people's beds?" I can't tell if he wants me to continue or stop. If he's impressed or if I'm overreacting but the truth is I don't care. He shouldn't be having issues with me speaking with Stephan when he's the one sleeping with bitches.“Excuse us, Uncle." He says and takes my hand. “Please, come with me." He doesn't wait for me to say anything before he's pulling me up from my chair and out of the dining room. We take a right turn and go up a staircase and we take another turn. I notice how large the house is from the little journey to wherever he's taking us. We come to a door and he pushes it open and pulls me in after him. Seems like the journey has come to an end. Finally! My feet were starting to hurt.The room is dark
VanessaAfter the awkward introductions, we settle to have dinner in silence. I must say, with the extravagant interior decorations, I expected the food to be great but it is bland. I don't know if it has anything to do with the mood or the cook but it's taste does not interest me. I don't need to guess that they had a relationship. Francesca is a beautiful woman with a great sexual appeal, I'm sure and Dimitri is a fine man with raging hormones, again, I'm sure.He is more than a fine man but that is another thing I have no interest in delving into. What I am interested in is what must have ended the relationship. They are both attractive and seem to have a lot in common with their nasty personalities so why then would he not marry her and chose me instead.“So how did you both meet?" The question comes from Mr Luigi who makes it seem like my presence is exciting to him. I feel nice and creeped out at the same time.“Yes, how did you meet?" Francesca echoes her father's words like I
VanessaI cry for a good six minutes of the drive before I'm able to compose myself and retouch my makeup to look better. I hope my eyes are not too puffy. Through it all, he does not nat an eyelash in my direction or say anything to console me. I thought we had gotten better. The moment I think he has maybe begun to like me, he reminds me of how apart our two worlds are and the dynamics of our relationship. I will be lying if I say this didn't hurt me at all. I turn to look at him but he is too focused on driving to where we are going. That or maybe he is trying hard to avoid the fact that we are riding in the same car to the same place. It makes me sad to think about what he might be thinking. I don't know when we pull into our destination because I'm much occupied with trying to look good and deserving to be his wife.“We're here. Remember all that I told you to do?" I can't look him in the eyes so my eyes are still down. “Yes sir.",I answer weakly. We stay like that for a few mom
VanessaThe rest of the week goes by in a blur. My ankle has gotten better. Although I still have a little limp, the doctor said it is all better. Dimitri is still the same but there have been big changes in how he behaves. These days, he does not say anything offensive and he is a tad bit polite. The other day, he asked me to be specific about what I wanted and he got it for me. I don't know if he is trying to please me because of the bathroom accident or if it is something else. It is weird though because I have never thought of him as someone who would care about anyone's feelings. Two days back, he requested for food items to be brought up to the suite and he cooked something in the kitchenette. He cooked! At first, I was skeptical about it but when I asked why he only said he didn't trust outsiders to fully satisfy him. I still haven't gotten over the fact that his life was in danger so I have a theory that he is being careful not to get poisoned by someone making our food. It
VanessaThis time, I make sure to move myself to the living area so that I don't miss him when he comes in and also so that I don't get surprised. I want him to walk straight to me so I can question him. Why would he set Carter on Tianna? I know the man is a man whore and might want her for some reason but that is not enough to convince me that a grown man with an empire to run, would have enough free time to go after her like that. He should not have that much free time on his hand. I already pleaded with him before so I don't understand why this would still be dragging out. Apart from that, I also need to under why Carter would claim to have saved his life. That is not a baseless claim cos I know that words like that do not just slip if there isn't an ounce of truth. That is why he kept insisting that I call him if anything feels slightly off. He needs to be open to me so that I can know if there are some extra safety precautions I need to take. Do I always have to look over my shou