Falling asleep on the couch was not what I had intended for but I awoke suddenly from the whirring noise of the elevator. I blinked rapidly to clear my vision from the sleep still clouding it as I picked up my phone to check the time, squinting my eyes at the brightness. 1:00am. That was an hour earlier thah Ivan said he was going to be back.I heard the ding sound of the elevator, making me jump from the couch and stand closer to the wall. I picked up my purse and brough out the little knife I had hiddden in there. The door to the elevator openjed and whoever it was stepped out, muttering a string of curses. I tried keeping my breathing under control and tried not breathing too loud. I thought Ivan said this place was safer than my place. The footsteps sounded closer every second and I tightened my hold on the knife. Immediately the intruder came into view, with their back facing me, I wrapped my arms around their neck, with the knife held tightly against their neck. "This is the s
As I'm already halfway into the box of pizza, my can of pepsi half full he comes down the living room wearing a black top and a black slacks. His hair looked wet, meaning he just came out of the shower. Images of him, his naked body in the shower flickered before me and I shook my head to clear myself of the images. Fucking hell. I looked away from him and then picked up another slice. He walked into the kitchen where I was, moving straight to the refrigerator and brought out a bowl and then placed it into the microwave. I know he doesn't eat pizza with mushroom toppings, because he's allergic but still I ask, just to fill the silence. "No pizza?" He glanced back at me, "you know I hate mushrooms." "Well you could have ordered some other type of toppings." "Would you have eaten it?" He asks as he rested against the kitchen slabs, his ankle crossing over the other and his arms across his chest. That...that was a picture of magnificence. I inhaled loudly, "no." I do not eat an
"Ladies let's welcome to the stage the almost newlywed couple." a voice from the stage rang out and people started clapping their hands as they made way for both myself and Ivan. He held my hand in his, I looked down at out intertwined hands and then at him, but he didn't glance at me, he was just looking straight ahead, towards the stage.Ivan gave a polite nod to the man that announced us as he left the stage. He was probably one of their made men. It would take time to get familiar with the new faces. And there were a lot of new faces. "Thank you everyone for coming to celebrate the announcement of our engagement here, today with us." he paused, looking around the room, "It is an honor to get married to a Bianchi, joining our families together through a marriage alliance which eventually brings both sides of our families together, the bratva and the Italians.""I know for generations our side has been at war with one another but then the war and the killings minimized as our last
I was not involved in any part of the arrangement of the engagement party. Not that I particularly care, but come on, I am the supposed bride to be. But I guess it does make sense since the aim is not actaully to celebrate the almost newly wed but to make new connection and alliances. Strong allainces.I had a call with Ivan yesterday night and he made certain talk about making sure whatever we do, the other families must think this is a match made from love, not a marriage alliance. I asked why but he would not spill and I left it at that.Now, deciciding what to wear this this...party was a hard decision to make. Ivan's mother suggested I wear white or any other colour similar to white. I do not own any white dress proper enough for a engagement party. To cut it short I don't own any white dress. White is the color of innocence and I am far from being innocent this time.So, I had to go shopping yesterday and I did come back with a few options but looking at them now, I do not thi
"Dad," I groaned as I out my phone to my ear, "you could have told me about the engagement party." I complained. Standing up from my chair, I grabbed my work laptop and then made my way out of my office since I was done for the day. "I was about to!" I heard his reply from over the phone, "I just did not want to spring it up on you like I did about the marriage." I sighed as I pressed the elevator button, the doors opening on command, "I guess that makes sense." I watched as the door to the elevator closed and then clicked the button for the lobby. "It does." I was quiet over the line as I watched the number from the elevator go down every few moments. "Are you still coming over for dinner like we talked about earlier?" He asks. "Yeah, on my way already. I was just leaving work." The elevator made a ding sound, followed by the opening of the doors and I then made my way out of it. I have the girl behind the counter in the lobby a smile before heading out of the building. "That'
I come out fresh out of the shower, a white towel wrapped around my body and another one wrapped on my head, to keep my wet hair from dripping around the floor. As I was about to start dressing up when my phone rang. I picked up my phone from my bed, checking the caller ID, Ivan. I sighed as I swiped my hands on the green answer button. "Hello?""I was thinking I should come pick you up from your dad's place and then we can go o the diner or wherever it is you feel comfortable." he suggested. "I have my own apartment now and there is no need for you to come pick me up. I am perfectly able to drive myself." I rolled my eyes, a frown marring my face as I put on my underwear.I heard him sigh over the phone, "you know that is not what I meant Idalia." There was a pause before he spoke up again, "you moved out?" he asked as if what I said earlier just clicked in his head.Or he's just trying to make a conversation. "Yes, I did." I replied to him as I walked towards my walk-in closet an
It was a saturday and I was sitting in my apartment with Jessie, both of us, a glass of champagne in hand, as we scrolled through the internet looking for ideas for the wedding. She and her fiancee decided to get married in two months time, and she has not even found a dress. "Do you think we would still be able to get to the dress shop in time?" she asks as she glances at the clock on the wall. "If we want to make it and have enough time to go through lots of dresses we should definitely leave now." I advised, picking up my car keys. She stood up from the stool opposite the counter and we both made our way outside. I get into my car and she gets into hers, since we would be getting dinner together and would both split up. The drive to the dress shop took about twenty five minutes from my apartment.Belle bridal. The name of the shop was written on top of the shop in pink. We both got down from our vehicles and made our way to the front door of the shop. As we were about to open th
I walked into my office with my handbag in hand, I opened the door to my office and the first thing I see is a large bouquet of fresh tulips sitting on my desk. I frown because I can not think of anyone sending me flowers, especially tulips, only people close to me know I prefer white tulips instead of white roses. I quickly shut the door to my office, to prevent any of my coworkers from seeing the large bouquet. I notice there is a card on the flower, I open it but there's no name just a message, To a new start.Definitely Ivan. It has been a week since we had the dinner and I found out that I am supposed to be engaged to Ivan instead of Alexander. For a moment I considered throwing the bouquet away but decided against that idea. I rolled my eyes, threw the note away but carried the flowers off my table and placed them away from any eyes of anyone that enters into my office. I brought out my laptop from my bag and start the day's work as I log in into the company's portal. Being
Father hired a woman to set the table while our chef prepared the meal for the dinner that is holding today. Father decided it was better to have the dinner outside, in the garden. Everyone was in their respective rooms getting ready while my playlist sounds in the background as I get ready. After curling my hair, I start to apply my makeup. I quickly check the time from my phone and notice that I have less than thirty minutes before the Volkov's arrive. After my makeup was done, I quickly walked into my walk in closet and brought out the dress Alexander sent to me. It was a dark red halter neck, floor length dress. To be honest, the dress is really beautiful, I am surprised someone like him was able to pick something like this. I stepped into the dress, zipped up myself and then wore my heels. I glanced at myself in the mirror before I made my way outside. I opened the doors that led into the garden and the chilled air, beat against my skin, making goosebumps to rise. My dad and G