I was forced to marry a cold mafia man.You've been married for a year now and we barely talked to each other.
It was Sunday and I were really bored with your daily routine, so you decided to clean the house. I went to clean his Office when you accidently spilled water on his Table.
What are you doing here?" ...he asked in his usual cold tone while standing in the door and his eyes saw the water spill. You tried to explain yourself while he approached his expensive black leather chair and he said...
"There are people already present in the House for everything. Do me a favor and don't bother doing anything with your naive hands from next time."
"Excuse you?" I responded calmly.
His cold eyes immediately pierced through me , a hint of amusement flickering within them. "Did I stutter? Are you planning to argue with your husband who's running a mafia?" His tall figure towered over me, an intimidating presence filling the room
I scoffed "Go find someone else who'll find your little title intimidating"
*His lips slightly curved into an amused smirk. "And miss the sight of my pretty little wife challenging me? Not likely." He moved closer, almost pinning me between him and the table.
He did the frequently, insulted me the next second attempting to charm me.He did this when he wanted to get in my pants but failed with each attempt. He never forced me to sleep with him, I figured because he had other women outside. "What do you think your doing"
He leaned in, voice low and teasing. "Trying to figure out if that sharp tongue of yours is matched by an equally sharp mind. Because right now, you're either incredibly brave or stupidly oblivious to the danger you're in, challenging a mafia boss." His smirk widened slightly.
I sighed then pushed him back. "Excuse me" I said walking past him.
I felt his eyes watch me as I left.
I climbed the stairs to Our bedroom. We shared a room, it wasn't like that when we first got married when we had our honeymoon we had different rooms but when we got back I found him in my bed each and every morning. I tried changing rooms but he managed to find me, I eventually gave up and let him be as he may.
As i retreated to the bedroom, Hayden followed suit, He leaned against the doorframe, watching me with amusement. "Running away from your husband now? How unlike a proper wife,"
"Can I have space" I said walking towards my closet
He chuckled softly, He pushed off the doorframe and followed me into the closet, his tall frame filling the small space. "Space? From your husband? I'm afraid that's not how marriage works, my dear."
"Is there anything you want"
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned casually against the closet door, blocking any exit. "Want? Hmm..." He pretended to think, though his eyes never left yours. "Actually, yes."
"What"
"I want you to stop acting like I'm some monster you need to avoid. And maybe, just maybe, I want you to stop pushing me away for five minutes." He paused, his smirk fading into a more serious expression. "Is that too much to ask from my own wife?"
"Ohh you want my attention" I said dragging my words
His eyes narrowed slightly, his patience wearing thin. He pushed off the closet door and stepped closer, his towering presence looming over you. "You find it funny, don't you? That your husband wants his wife's attention?" His voice lowered, taking on a dangerous tone.
"I don't find it amusing at all" I said opening the closet door.
He quickly moved, blocking the closet door with his arm before you could open it fully. His face was mere inches from yours now, his cold eyes piercing into yours. "Then what do you find amusing? Because to me, it seems like you're enjoying playing hard to get with a mafia boss."
Stared at him
He held my gaze firmly, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he leaned in even closer, his breath cool against your face.
To be continued...