"Please st..op it, you are hurting me Sandro!" Xaviera stuttered. Sandro seemed to enjoy seeing her in pain.
"What's wrong with grabbing my soon to be wife's ass? Are you preventing me from devouring you? I can tell your mom about this, if that's what you want." Sandro smirked as he turned to leave the closet.
"Please don't go. She'd scold me for that!" Xaviera said, with her eyes filled with tears. "Are you gonna let me do what I want with you or should I go downstairs? It's your choice, so choose." He smirked.
"Fine." She squeaked, pinning her gaze directly on the floor. "That's my girl!" Sandro exclaimed as he went very closer to her again, continuing what he never finished. "Please..." Helpless Xaviera begged, but Sandro ignored, bringing himself closer to her that there wasn't even space for air to pass between them.
"Sometimes I kinda imagine how my sex life would be with my wife. Perhaps trice in a day, or would you like us to do it more?" He smirked, leaning his chin on her shoulder. "Fine, my way, trice a day." He added after Xaviera seemed to put no effort into answering his annoying question.
"Ouch!" Xaviera exclaimed sharply after Sandro sucked the skin of her neck in pleasure. "Why?" He asked her. "It hurts." She whispered. Helplessness was her middle name at that moment. What could she do to stop him? Nothing!
Declining Sandro from doing all those things was gonna lead her into trouble, with her mom for that matter. Her mom seemed to have her own motives. She just got a rich suitor for her daughter, not only that, the son of her childhood friend. Sometimes poverty makes people not to think straight, I guess it does. But Carlotta respected her daughter as well.
"Have you taken your bath?" Sandro asked her. "No." She said bluntly. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's get going, I haven't taken mine as well." Sandro said as he held Xaviera by the palm, pulling her into his grasp as she stood directly opposite him. She opened her eyes widely, not seeming to understand what Sandro meant.
"Are you deaf? Why are you refusing to move your sexy brown body? Do you not want to bathe before you sleep? Or you want me to do that for you? I honestly can give you a proper bath, if that's what you want." He narrated, with mockery in his voice.
"I can't do that." She mumbled in disagreement. "You mean you are saying no to me? Your only Sandro? Oh come on, we would be married in seven days time, these things are gonna be our streaming melodies. Now let's go. I don't want to force you into doing something very simple." He tried moving her by the palm again, but she refused to budge.
"Why are you hurting me? If you are tormenting me because you don't like me I can tell my mom. She won't stand to see someone maltreat her only daughter. Please tell me. I liked my happy life back at the countryside. My lovely friends and their simple lives. They didn't brag about the newly bought things they had. Everyone lived in a simple way. And life was very interesting back there. Please make everything clear to me. I can leave your life." Xaviera said convincingly. Sandro stood there, with a perfect eyebrow furrowed.
"Really? You know what?" He asked her. She seemed not to know what was coming for her. That was the last thing she should have thought of saying.
"Um...I guess no." She muttered.
Sandro drove and pinned her on the wall once again. This time, it was in anger. Something in Xaviera's words triggered him badly, driving him nuts as well.
"You just spat that out? Just like that? For your information, you have ruined my life. Talking of your happy countryside life, do you think my life is also gonna be the same after you just walked in from nowhere? You seem not to know how your coming into my life is gonna ruin my lively stature. For your information XAVIERAAA! Marrying you is gonna cost you a lot. Your eyes, ears, nose, mouth and body would know no rest. I'd make sure that you shed a tear every single day. Get ready to see your husband fuck his mistress in your face!" He yelled directly into her face, with their noses colliding.
Xaviera stood there in shock, hurt by his words. Sandro really broke her with his words. Over there she stood, letting endless tears ran down her brown glass cheeks. "Your crying has just began, get ready! Try thinking about how you would feel as you see your own husband cheating on you with his mistress right before your eyes. You'd mean nothing to me. I'd take you as someone who is just here to cook for me, do my laundry and the domestic stuff a wife does for her husband." Sandro spat again.
"Stop saying those stuff. You're scaring me!" She yelled as she cried. She was shattered into pieces as her soon to be husband threatened her with adulteration right in her face.
"You think this is a horror movie? Hell no! You'd see all what I said come to past. Not only to past, but they would repeat themselves every other day. Just wait and watch for yourself." Sandro yelled, hitting his hand hardly on the wall. The pain he felt was not from the harsh way he hit the wall, but the thought of him marrying someone he never cared about nor loved.
"Please don't marry me!" Xaviera squeaked as her grey eyeballs couldn't be seen anymore. Why? Because they were covered by painful tears.
"Shut that thing you call a mouth! You think I want to dedicate my life to someone like you? Wake up from your stupid dream!" He scoffed.
Xaviera felt like she didn't have to live any more. What would be worse than seeing your husband doing what he should have been doing to you with another woman?
"Don't think I have forgotten, let's get going, I need to bathe. Undress yourself, we are both standing in the shower together!" He yelled, pulling her towards the bathroom.