ISABELLA
Staring at myself in front of my mirror and admiring my new outfit, I can't wait to take my position and also make him mad seeing this dress in me.
Recalling the previous day's event that had transpired for me to get this new outfit made me feel so important and proud.
Yeah, I might be in a relationship with him to get things from him, but I feel so alive that he cares a bit for me.
As I stood before the mirror about to swerve, my fingers inadvertently brushed against the edge, and the wall slid open with a soft creak, revealing a secret passage.
My eyes widened in shock, and my mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. The air seemed to thicken, and my heart skipped a beat as I stared into the dark, mysterious passageway.
Just as I was about to step into the unknown, I heard the door click open behind me. I quickly pushed the wall back into place, trying to compose myself.
My hands trembled slightly as I smoothed out my dress, I glanced back at the mirror but my trembling hands didn't stop.
Lorenzo walked into the room, his eyes scanning the space with a mixture of exhaustion and wariness.
His gaze landed on me, and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and suspicious.
One thing about him is that even though we have only lived together for a few days he notices every action of mine. Something I craved so much from Emilio, but here I am getting it from someone I don't care about.
I tried to play it cool, but my voice caught in my throat. "N-nothing," I stuttered, forcing a weak smile onto my face.
"I was just... admiring my new outfit." My words sounded hollow, even to my ears.
Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he took a step closer to me. "You look pale," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Are you sure everything is okay?"
" Yes, of course, everything is fine. I just guess I am feeling a headache.," I quickly put on some lies, so I wouldn't be found out immediately
Even though my heart pounds continuously, I felt a bit relieved that I could get something from this place I had just seen.
"Headache?" he repeated earning a nod from me.
"If I could recall I haven't been doing any shit that could give you a headache." I swallowed hard at this as he pulled me closer to him.
His gaze bore into my eyes, as I was trying to stabilize myself, "Wearing this to the office?" I nodded my head.
"Yes I am wearing the face to make someone feel bad when they see me this morning," I pulled away from him and turned around.
"How do I lo…" he pulled me roughly toward him before I could complete my words and this time his gaze held anger, making me wonder what I did this time around.
"Wh… why did you.." my words stopped midway as he locked his lips with mine.
"Hey.." I tried to push him away, "You are going to ruin my makeup." I muttered under his lip but he smirked.
His hands slid under my gown, and my breath ceased, "You are the vice chairman, you can go late.." he murmured but I tried pushing him away.
"Hey!" I grumbled as I bit his lip pushing him away, I noticed a weird expression flashed through his face but he was to mask it.
"Heck, I didn't become the Vice chairman in the right way. I was only using the power that I got from you. Remember the boards are going to have a meeting today and if I go to the office late it will be my first disadvantage."
He smirked and touched his lip, "This is Italy and I own half of this city, you think they can ever dare to play games with me?" I swallowed at this.
"Well, I am going to let this go," he murmured leaning toward me, "Since my wife is a rule-abiding citizen," I let out a small smile and he placed another kiss on my lips.
"I won't tolerate cheating from you," he announced as he pulled off his jacket throwing it in the basket making me scoff.
"Says the man who almost had sex with a girl the night of our marriage,"
He halted his track and glanced at me as I stood from the bed trying to arrange my hair all over again.
"Are you jealous?" I stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"Never.." I answered, and that irritating feeling crept up in my heart.
"I will get you your things to use from now on by the side of the room, I don't want you using that mirror?" I glanced at him wondering if he noticed what I had just seen.
"Why?"
He smirked moving closer to me, "You are a prosecutor, a law-abiding one, don't you think there are some I wouldn't want you to see." he asked calmly.
I stood before him, trying to hide my irritation."But I am your wife?" I stated.
"Remember, our marriage is based on me helping you get hold of the law firm, not that I trust you." he asserted.
I felt a stinging slap of humiliation, and my face burned with shame. I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself.
"You had sex with me," I stated before I could control my mouth. Lorenzo's eyes flickered with surprise, and he raised an eyebrow.
"We were both drunk, and I have never planned to touch you since then." he defended.
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, and I looked away, my eyes stinging with tears.
"Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because I am not your taste?"
I shut my eyes, mortified at my actions. "What the heck, Isabella? Get hold of yourself."
"All I want is for you not to trespass. I am letting you off the hook, but that doesn't mean I don't notice your strange behaviors." Lorenzo's voice was cold, and detached as he said this
I scoffed and stomped my feet on the ground, feeling like a petulant child.
"Whatever."
I turned to walk out, but he stopped me "Catch."
I turned to him, and he threw something at me without warning. I caught it instinctively, my heart racing.
"That can get me wounded," I argued, but he just turned his back on me.
I looked down to see that it was a car key, and my eyes widened in shock. It was a fucking Ford Mustang.
"Wow! This is mine," I squealed happily, waiting for a response.
"I can't let my wife take a bus, or should I?" he replied, "Thanks for this!" I announced that I was turning to open the door eagerly to see my new car.
But he stopped me again, "Bring my pistol when you come back." I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of frustration.
"I am fucking serious, Mia," he said, his eyes glinting with warning.
I mimicked him, sticking out my tongue. "I am fucking serious, Mia."
His face darkened, and he took a step closer to me. But I was already turning to leave, slamming the door shut behind me to cut him off.