My First Night

I sat on the bed in my room. I had stripped down the wedding gown and I was lightly dressed. I had sent out my maids and I was alone. All that Rya had said replayed in my head.

“Wear the dress and wait for me,” a scoff escaped from my lips as I stared at the message from my phone. It was from the all-powerful Jericho.

I peeled my eyes from the text and they landed on the red dress on the bed. I didn’t need to pick it up for me to know it was highly revealing. Just as I thought, Jericho saw me as his whore, not his wife.

“Fuck you” I texted back without any fear. He could do his worst for all I cared. I hurled my phone to the bed.

In anger, I grabbed the red dress from the bed, squeezed and then tossed it to the floor. What the fuck was he thinking? That I would wear the dress, lay on the bed, and wait for “my lord” to undress me. He had to be kidding me.

I dragged my lazy feet to the bathroom to take a shower. The coldness of the water soothed my body and eased away my tension. I