chapter Three

Do you know that scene in the twilight movie where Bella got her dream wedding and married the love of her life?.... Oh well some of us don't get that. What we do get though is a mysterious man for a husband and a wedding we never even planned on doing. Oh wait it wasn't even a wedding, it was more of a...... hey you get in the car your my wife now. And I went...oh yes I totally have nothing better to do so let's go...

I already hate him. Just look at him with his smug ' I'm boss here' look. Fuck him for even being born.

"Is there something you wanna say?" He asked me, shocking me into a stupor. Wait did I say something?

"Umm...What?" I stuttered out the first words in my marriage. And don't even ask me how lost and dumb I sound compared to his almighty tone of voice.

" You have been staring at me for the past", he paused to glance at his watch then as quickly said," forty-five minutes".

My jaw literally dropped. Had it been that long? " Oh....ah....um sorry", I apologized not knowing how to really act in this situation. Okay so we are talking now but I have a feeling it will end soon. Oh well who wants to talk to someone who acts like uncle scar? Apparently I did because instead of keeping quiet, I chose to pull up my big girl panties and ask all my questions. Because his literally still a total stranger. And I kinda have this thing where when I'm nervous I can't keep quiet for long. It's tots not because I like the way he sounds when his talking or anything. I just also admire his American accent and the way.....okay Thea just ask your stupid question.

" I have something to ask you", I said, quite bravely if I do say so myself. He just glanced at me, not saying anything for while. I thought he wouldn't reply when he did. He slightly bobbed his head, a silent way to agree and I quickly asked my question.

"Why do you hide your face?"

He didn't reply immediately. I was about to rephrase my sentence when he gave his answer.

" The rest of my face isn't important as of now--"

"Why?" I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth at that question. Fuck, why am I so inquisitive?

"Take me as ......the son of the sultan. You'll only get to see my face when you show me how your pussy looks like". He sounded serious as he said this. Leaving me speechless and stunned.

"What?"

Gosh I really love that word. I'm guessing by now his probably calling me the "what" girl in his mind.

I wasn't expecting what he did next and surely it gave me a tinge of hope for this marriage.

He laughed. Not like the aha type of laugh that ends halfway but more like hahahahah type of laugh. Did I do something amusing? My cheeks flamed and I didn't know of what else to ask. Why am I suddenly feeling shy?

He mentioned me seeing his face when we consummate our marriage by having sex. But what if I don't want to have sex with him before that? I didn't have the guts to ask anything that involved having sex with him right now, or I'd be too engrossed in those thoughts for the rest of the drive.

In my twenty years of living, I've never done that with anyone before. So my horny virgin days are still very much on. I wasn't holy or anything, I did try to once with one of the younger men that worked for my father. But that ended really badly. Though long story short.

We were caught and he was killed. I had to go through therapy after; and today something similar happened. Mafia men, sigh.

Anyway after that I didn't have any courage to pursue anyone else. And even if I wanted to, all the men around were too terrified to even look my way. Now that I'm married though, I'm free to right? Huh? Huh?

No, no no. You don't even know him that well. He just forced you to marry him Thea. I scolded myself. Though looking at it from another perspective, my dad was kinda the one who sold me off to save himself. Which is confusing. I mean, why would Diablo give up getting his money back and agree to marry me?

I glaced at him again and was startled to find him already looking at me. How could I tell? Well I really couldn't so I just kinda guessed. But to be fare his head was turned in my direction so it was kinda obvi if you ask me. Gulping down my saliva I shuffled backwards on my seat. Trying to get as far away from him as possible. Suddenly I didn't feel safe with him. Looking back at his laughter, it sure sounded kinda evil. Was i really safe with him? Was i ever anyway? I mean my father owed him a huge sum of money. And instead of paying up the bill he shoved my annoying ass into his arms.

"Why?" I asked, not really the question I intended to ask though.

"Why?...what?" He threw the question back my way rather coldly.

"Why did you agree to marry me?" I finally asked, well more like whisper. He was becoming scary now. His eyes held this evil glint in them that told me to run.

He moved closer to me and I couldn't move any further away from him because I had already consumed my moving space, with my fat ass.

He stopped when he was right in my face and I could feel his breath on my lips. From this proximity I could get his sent and man was it intoxicating. The more I breathed it in the more my mind runs wild.

"Open your eyes Thea", he commanded rather sweetly. When had I closed them? I obeyed and my green ones met his amber coloured ones in the darkness. My eyes were held captive by his that I was lost when he told me to ask my question again.

"Huh?" I breathlessly asked, my chest feeling too tight to move. I felt his hand slowly wrap around my neck, but he didn't squeeze he just kept it there. What was he saying again?

".......ask me again Thea. Ask me why I married you". His voice was deep and husky with seduction and I was definitely falling for it.

"Why did you marry me?" I mimicked. His thumb flicked at my lips when I talked and I swear my tongue almost licked it.

"Well that's because-", he tighted his grip around my neck suddenly, cutting out my air flow. "-Your idiot father couldn't pay back my damn money even if he tried. And who am I to refuse something I suggested on taking myself", he spoke through gritted teeth. His jaw clenched tightly. I kept trying to breathe but only managed to make dieing fish sounds at my failed attempts. I crawled at his hands trying to get them off me.

"Do you have another question?" It took me a moment to find my voice because of the pressure that was building in side me from the luck of oxygen. My face at this point was definitely turning periwinkle. When I finally found my voice, my vision was dotted and was surely going to pass out soon.

"No.." I managed to chock out and he immediately let me go, just as the car drew to a stop at our destination. I coughed vigorously, as my nose pumped in air and my throat spasmed on trying to sooth the scratchy feeling. Then when I was a bit fine I watched him leave, his body guards flanking him. He climbed up the brightly lit stone stairs to the huge mashion up a hill.

A lone tear escaped my eye before the rest followed. Just an hour in this marriage and I can already see how happy I'll definitely be.