Mag-log inVivienne’s POV:“Morning, V” I heard Aubrey as she closed the door of her room, behind me.“Morning,” I said without turning around, ignoring the new nickname I had been given.“Oh, wow,” she exclaimed, “Is there a party going on? Did someone forget to invite me?”She was referring to the people standing in the lounge. Apparently, Alec, Mark, and Luis were here along with two other men with who stood by the elevator like guards.As if the incident upstairs wasn’t overwhelming enough, I had to deal with all this…crowd…invading my privacy.“Hey,” Alec greeted.“Morning,” added Luis.“How you doing, kiddo?” Mark nodded.At his voice I turned to look at him recalling how they both were brother and sister. I studied Aubrey as she walked straight up to them and hugged the three men one by one, like they all were brothers to her.I watched Aubrey and Mark more closely. They did not resemble each other in the slightest.Apart from their eyes.“Where’s Marshal?” she glanced around dramatically
He got up, towering over me as he looked down upon me. He took a step forward and I took one backward.It was still a mystery why I kept testing him. Maybe it was the way he responded. I knew how aggravated I made him, how irritation simmered beneath his skin but he never hurt me. Not in the way a powerful man, like him, could.And maybe, just maybe, I want to see how far I could push him for him to push me back.Damon was used to people bending at his feet. Defiance was something that intrigued him but…I guess I over did it this time.“I have been far too patient with you. Perhaps, you mistake it for kindness,” his face expression was detached, jaw tightened and eyes deadly.“You’re not the only one being patient. I didn’t ask you to marry me, you brought this upon yourself, Damon,” I snapped, my voice stern. “I am your wife. Not some random chick you can order around,”A quiet smile appeared on his face.“You haven’t been performing your marital duties, wife,”“Not everything has to
Vivienne’s POV:Gripping the metal candle stick in my hand, I cautiously headed towards the stairs, careful not to make any sound. I was in my night suit, wearing pajamas and a t-shirt with white socks covering my feet. My eyes wandered down the railing, searching for the source of noise.Someone was downstairs and I knew it wasn’t Damon. He told me he won’t be coming tonight.Luis?No. I don’t think he would come up when I’m alone and if he did, Damon would have informed me.Sleep was about to hit me when I heard a glass shatter downstairs and someone cussed.My heart thrummed inside with each step I took, oblivious to what awaited me.There’s a chance of knocking the person unconscious if I get the angle right with the candle stick.But what if they caught me first and tied me up?“Pinching? That was your plan?”“Disappointing, Vixen”And suddenly I recalled his words from earlier reminding me that pinching wasn’t an option. I shook the thought off.I was downstairs now. The kitchen
Vivienne’s POV:“Estoy bien. Como esta?”“Estas. There is an s at the end,” Luis corrected me. “Say it again.”“Estoy bien. Como estas?” I said with a big smile.“Muy bueno,” he nodded with a small smile.“Gracias,” I turned to my pancakes and took a bite.Luis laughed lightly beside me. “You are a fast learner,”“I told you,” I spoke with pancake in my mouth. “These are way too good Ms. Emma. Esta muy delicioso” I added the Spanish version in the end after glancing at Luis.“Oh, you flatter me Mrs. Williams,” she beamed a bright smile at me. “I’ll be leaving in an hour. Do you require something else?”“Please, I told you before, call me Vivi. And no, I’m good, thank you,”It had been three days since I last talked to Damon. Properly. I kept my words short and to the point ever since we kissed.That kiss hadn’t left my mind, though, I tried but failed at keeping it suppressed. It had invaded my mind, always attacking me throughout the day in phases. It was a good kiss.During my high
I stood, breathless against the wall with the back of my hand covering my mouth. The moment he pulled away; I came back to my senses.What had I just done?Ignoring his remark, I collected myself. Let’s not make it look like it bothered me.That’s what I thought. That’s what I aimed to achieve.God knows how successful I was with it.“Luis will teach me Spanish,” I walked away hoping my out of the blue demand will avert this very awkward situation. Stopping right before the bathroom door, I turned around, “And no, I am not asking for your permission. Just tell him that yourself, it will be better,”Before going inside, I peeked at him and then swiftly closed the door behind me.My cheeks were hot. I stared at myself in the mirror, blushing like a crazy virgin girl. Why was he looking at me like that just now?Splashing my face from the cold water, I sighed. What am I doing? Why am I even here? I’ll just shower, hopefully, he’ll be asleep by then.So, after a long warm shower, I chang
Night poured in with heavy clouds above in the sky. They were here to mourn my future.I thought a lot about it; my conversation with Damon earlier.He laughed bitterly, smirking down at me. “You’re not going anywhere.” He leaned forward whispering in my ear, “The sooner you accept that, the better,”He was right. Partially.I wasn’t going anywhere…yet.I needed time to think and plan for my way out.So, the best thing for me right now, as much as I hate to admit, was to take Damon’s advice.Accept my fate.There were some things I decided to bring up tonight.For example, my university.My out-going life…even if I didn’t have any.My freedom to move around as I please.Him respecting me as his wife…meaning no women.Hmm.No women in front of me.And behind?No, I didn’t care. Fuck whoever. As long as it is not me. Huh.That brought me to a rather displeasing thought. Tonight was going to be the night, I’ll be aware of us sharing a bed. I knew, sleeping in the other room was no option







