They both stood in the closet, staring at each other. Xaviera seemed kinda timid or childish. "Xaviera who?" Sandro asked her. She was confused as to what to say. "Xaviera...." She was stuck. "Just forget about that. What are you doing in my closet? Weren't you taught by your parents not to invade people's privacy?" Sandro yelled.
"N..oo, they asked me to. I mean grandma Rosetta asked me to come here. She said I should unpack my stuff in the closet." She uttered. She stood in front of Sandro, with their heights like a Zebra put before a Giraffe. "For what?" He yelled. "They said I'd be living here before we marry." She explained.
"What the fuck! Nobody even cared to tell me first. Leave here, go and stand in the bedroom, I'd be back to kick you out after I sort everything out." He said as he left the room, making his way downstairs.
"Mom!" He yelled as he reached. They all turned, giving him the attention he sought. "What's up son?" Rafaela asked her angry looking son. "What's that in my room?" He yelled, as they stared at him in disbelief. "Um.. I mean, who's that in my room?" He calmed down a little.
"Oh! So you saw her? That's Xaviera, your soon to be wife." Rosetta answered him.
Sandro went to Carlotta, he raised her by her collar as she stood upright. He strangled her in anger. "You bitch! If you didn't give birth to that other bitch, grandma wouldn't have met her, and the biggest thing, she wouldn't be my prospective wife. Do you know how the end product of your sex is gonna ruin my life? In fact why did your husband fuck you at all? He should have kept his member low." Sandro yelled at Carlotta as her eyes were wide opened in fear. She felt humiliated.
"Sandro!" Rosetta called him from where she sat. "What are you thinking about?" She added. Sandro realized that he was just lost in his thoughts, doing what? Thinking about what he felt like doing to Carlotta that very minute. Sandro went further, now standing before the entire household body.
"But why does she have to stay here till the wedding? I mean, it's just seven days to go." He tried to argue. "Yes, that's because she needs to be present during the preparations. The measurement of the ring, the dress and other stuff. And also you two have to go out. You need to spend time together, precisely, know each other well. That's how the love from both parties start colliding." Rafaela lectured her internally angry son. Sandro did his best to not sound rude.
"Um..But she can come everyday for that!" Sandro said immediately. "Come from the countryside? All the way here? And everyday? Are you just saying things or thinking them through before speaking? There are times that you really have to think before you speak!" Rafael interrupted his son. Sandro wasn't ready to accept defeat, but what actually could he do? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!!
"I have made all the arrangements, your bed would be designed with lovely themes. Hearts, red ribbons and all those kinda stuff. The jacuzzi would be prepared so that you can step in together. This would be the right time to romance before the wedding." Rafaela came in. Everybody grumbled as to what Rafaela said, her sweet statement caught their ears, as they smirked at Sandro.
"I'm just joking, you can't touch her till you marry. It's their custom." Rafaela concluded.
"You guys ain't fair!" He yelled as he went back upstairs, to meet with his so called obstacle.
The room was empty as he entered. Xaviera wasn't anywhere in the bedroom. He left for the closet, and there she was, in only a bra and a very short underwear, revealing her very large curves. Sandro scanned her body from top to down, trying hard to look away. Xaviera tried covering her body with her hands. But how many places could she cover with only two hands? Probably, only enough to cover what was in front of her chest.
"What are you doing? Did I not tell you to stand in the bedroom? And here you are, doing what?" He yelled at her. She tried hard not to make any eye contact. Looking at him as she was almost naked was gonna be embarrassing in some kinda way. Even though they were going to get married, it was too early for that.
"I wanted to take a bath. I wasn't comfortable. Please I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd have a problem with that." She said, almost letting out an easy tear.
"Huh? For your info, you ain't allowed to touch anything around here without my permission. This is my place. I ask, I order and all of it, I rule. So know your boundaries." He yelled. She was getting very emotional. Scolding her for just taking a bath was not that right. Her biggest problem was that, she saw her future in Sandro's hands. She knew very well that things weren't gonna be well between them.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." She apologized, shifting her hands to cover her naturally raised boobs. "I don't understand some people. I mean, even though I told you to stand in the bedroom, you still swayed your wonderful ass here. This clearly shows that you are disobedient, and I hate people like you." He uttered as he went closer to her. As he went forward, she slid backwards. This went on until she was stuck, the thick wall hindered her from going any further.
"If you care to know, you look very sexy. I wonder why someone like you lives in the countryside. Come to think of it, you look very local when you have clothes on, but otherwise when naked. Thumbs up." He flirted, as he grabbed her ass from behind, leaning his well shaped body on hers. This caused Xaviera to whimper in disagreement.
"Why? are you scared? It's not as if I'd fuck you here. You ain't my type okay? I have someone much hotter than you. So you would just have to keep your body away from me. The fact that I'm going to be your husband doesn't guarantee me to stick to you. I have a girlfriend whom I would never leave, even if you and I get married. So you'd just have to stay away from my life. You can leave here as a daughter-in- law to my family, but not a wife to me. Got that?" He yelled at the end, forcing his body on her the more.
Xaviera had her eyes closed, she couldn't bear to see him do all those stuff to her. She closed her eyes harder and harder as she whimpered anytime he applied pressure while he grabbed and pressed her ass.