Hate, Terms and Conditions

When Giorgio stepped out of the car as soon as it drove into the enormous compound and pulled the door open for me to step out, I'd wanted nothing more than to slap his hand away, grab my overflowing white wedding dress and get out of this mess I'd knowingly put myself into. But I refrain from it. Because I'd agreed to do this and there was no turning back. I had reasons to do this.

Taking a deep breath in and out, I'd taken his hand and let him lead me towards the house that looked part glass, part brick. It was almost impossible to believe that a house as large and beautiful as this existed anywhere around the world. 

This building is huge it almost seems like a fancy ass Moll that's just been opened in Hawaii. It's tall and well fitted on the ground. There's a large water fall following a pattern down the right end side of the building and I just wanted to stand there and watch it for as long as I could.

But I'd pretended to smile up at Giorgio and walk into the house with him hand in hand when he yanked me closer and whispered into my ear "you have plenty of time to watch the entire house Katherine. Let's go."

His four bodyguards followed us to the door steps and stopped as Giorgio and I disappeared into the house.

I nearly lost my breath and fall over my face as I came across the enormous living room. But that wasn't about to be all. I was stunned the instant the elevator brought us to his own living room. It was all black. The window panes, the marble floor, the piano that sat far at the corner, the short stairs that probably led to his bedroom, the fancy lounges and the frameworks hung on the walls.

I picked up my gown so I could move around better and passed Giorgio as I watched the beautiful arts. 

Without warning, Giorgio picks me up bridal style and moulds me into his chest.

"If we're gonna act like we're both in love at least we're gonna have to make it believable." His voice is deep, excitingly deep and hoarse.

My heart dropped into my stomach and that moment right there, I felt compelled by his eyes and I just nodded. He carries me up the short stairs and sets me down as we entered his bedroom. 

The room was beautiful and the king sized bed was decorated with flower petals down to the floor. The room smelled of a certain fragrance that I wanted to inhale deeply till it blocks my sense of smell.

"Looks like my father went extra just so we could have a perfect wedding night" Giorgio's amused voice says from behind me. 

I turned around to see him taking off his suit and laying it on the closest table to him. Since the past few weeks of knowing him, I've never seen him look so good and intimidatingly hot. He had that look as he watched me that made me question if I was willing to have sex with him tonight. Are we really gonna consummate this wedding?

He advances towards me and all my senses left me on spot as I watched him. Giorgio was a fine man and I wondered for that split second if given a different circumstance, would he choose me?

He stops right in front of me and gently places his palm against my cheek. His hand is warm and I'm tempted to lean into it. But I don't and just watched his eyes instead.

"You're one hell of a beautiful bride, Katherine." He smiles

He leans in and tries to kiss me but I spoke fast, causing him to stop midway.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper. It was a stupid question really because I knew exactly what I was here to do.

"Listen, Kate, "his hand slides down my shoulder and pulls a strap of my dress with it "my father knows what is happening here right now. He is watching us. And if we do not consummate our marriage, he'll never believe this. All we've done, your part would go to waste and it would be more your loss than mine"

He was lying. It would be more his loss than mine. I knew how important this thing was for him. He was an arrogant man and if he came this far, then surely this was of great importance to him. But the tension in the room was too much. I very much wanted to do this. I wanted to have sex with him. That's what he has done to me.

He steps back and backed away until he was standing against the wall, hand rested on the table.

"Tick-tock, kitty." He says, his eyes lingering hard on me, a smile flirting on his sensual lips.

I didn't need to weigh options because there wasn't any. I was going to have sex with Giorgio Mahone right here in this beautiful dream house.

So I rushed over to him and kissed him, hard, my hands going over his face.

He pushes himself off the wall and pushed me backwards, his strong hands coming over my face. He was the one kissing me now. His kiss was demanding.

Giorgio is breathing hard and just like that it was turning me on by the second. His hands run over my back as he tried to find a spot to let loss of my dress but fails woefully. 

I didn't care if his damn father was watching anymore or if there wasn't even gonna be consequences if we didn't have sex. Because I wanted this.