LOGINVivienne’s POV:“Damon, stop,” I whispered, flushed.He pulled back with a smirk and straightened up almost immediately. The warmth embracing me left just as quickly.“So, what’s the play, Marshal?” Alec asked.Damon casually shrugged. “I’ll give Arthur a call,”“What traditions were they talking about?” I asked, again, suddenly feeling anxious.“It’s the mafia law,” Damon started. “To show the marriage is legitimate it must be witnessed and undergoes three rites,”He picked his glass and took a sip.“The Public Claim. The wife must be declared in front of the families. Then there is the blindfold ritual and,”A pause.“The Binding Rite,” My heart dropped.“Binding Rite? What is that?” my voice wavered.He looked at me with intensity. “Consummation,”I scoffed.“Right,”“It’s serious Vivienne,” he casually stated, “You and I both have to do that or else my marriage will be questioned,” he rubbed his thumb over his clenched jaw, “I don’t like people questioning me,”“Do…does it, um, li
“It was a joke Marshal. Relax,” Noah passed Damon, patting him along the shoulder as he went to lounge on the sofas. “How come we didn’t hear about the wedding?” Noah questioned.“I didn’t announce it,”“Why?” Alex went to pour himself a glass of whiskey from the bar. “Have you forgotten our traditional ways, Marshal?”Damon’s jaw ticked.What traditions?“Unless,” Noah jerked forward, his finger pointing at Damon, “You didn’t want to go through all that. I wonder why you would do that though”They were provoking him.“Do you want a drink, Mrs. Williams?” Alex offered from the bar. “No. Thank you,” I replied, keeping my voice steady and confident.I noticed how Damon’s eyes brushed past Alex before he led me towards the sofas. He gestured for me to take a seat and I did, gladly. I wasn’t sure how long I could stand without trembling.Damon sat next to me, his arm stretching through behind me.“I don’t remember asking your permission on how and when to get married?” Damon smiled.“Ah,
Vivienne’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







