Chapter 3 – Married

I think I never regretted something so much in my life than I did those two words.

“Say that again,” his voice came out all seductive. What was wrong with me? His words, his tone, his voice…they were making me flutter.

I won’t say it again. Because he can’t order me around. And because, I was not liking the way he was looking at me. Hungry.

His jaw clenched, “Don’t use big words like that,”

Instantly, he brought a long gap between us and walked out the door. “Make sure you put on your gown in ten minutes,” he stopped by the door and glanced over me through his shoulders. “or, I will be forced to do it myself.

I sighed, relaxing my body. What the hell was that? I had never felt such burning rage. A maid knocked on the door. “Miss,”

Rolling my eyes, I went along with her. Let’s just get over with it.

I stared at myself in the mirror wearing an off the shoulder lace white gown. The maid helped me dress and get ready. The gown was beautiful. It was covered entirely in intricate floral lace embroidery. It featured a sweetheart neckline that sat just below my shoulders, highlighting my collarbone. It had long lace sleeves fitted through the arms. The bodice was fitted in all the right ways, flowing down in an A-line skirt. I couldn’t believe I was getting married.

Marriage. What even is that? A man and a woman signing a contract for the rest of their lives. A contract of commitment, love, and respect.

I doubt I’ll be getting either three here. As if I’ll be giving him any either. Least of all love. I hate the man.

“Go get dressed into your gown before I tear your clothes and put it on myself,”

Scoffing, I muttered, “What a bitch,”

“Come on…it’s time,” dad was at the door. I almost laughed at the irony. He literally is giving me away.

I walked out with him towards my fate.  Why wasn’t I feeling anything? It all seemed like a nightmare and I was hoping to wake up from it.

We went into the main common area where I entered. A few people, men, all stood there in black suits and ties whereas all the ladies stood in one corner dressed in soft dresses. They were the maids, I supposed. Hmm.

I guess I was a bit relaxed to see there wasn’t any crowd. Damon stood there in his grey suit, looking like a handsome devil. At least, I had a hot husband.

I laughed, louder, than I intended. All eyes turned to me and I instantly tensed up. There were only one pair of eyes on me that I was aware of. He watched me like I was his favorite gun and he couldn’t wait to play with it. Something about that worked my nerves.

“Give me your arm,” Dad whispered.

Reluctantly, I interlocked my arm with his and he walked me towards Damon. All that time, his eyes never left mine and for some reason I couldn’t look away. Defiance, maybe.

I didn’t want to seem weak or threatened by his gaze.

His hand came forward. I looked at it for about a good few seconds. He remained calm, composed, as if he had all the time in the world. “Vivi,” father tugged at me, silently.

I huffed, and my hand took Damon’s.

Though it was brief, I felt a tingle in my belly when our hands met. The priest told us to take our vows and the formality started. I was zoned out through half the process, answering only when required to, like a robot. Then it was my turn to sign. I stared at the paper in front of me.

This was it.

Signing would mean I have submitted myself at this man’s mercy.  

“I have places to be at Vixen,”

My eyes squinted at the nickname. Without bothering to look at him, I signed. I swear I heard my father take a sigh of relief.

I was taken upstairs to a bedroom. His bedroom. It was night already. What am I supposed to do here? I walked around in my gown, stressed, with all the thoughts running in my head.

The door opened and I froze. Damon walked inside. His expression the same…cold and emotionless.

He locked the door and I stiffed.

I have never been this scared in my life.

His stood a few feet away from me yet the distance seemed like nothing. I wanted to hide away. My heart paced uncontrollably.

And then his first order came.

“Take off your dress.”