Chapter 9 - Glass

This man thinks he’s living in a movie I swear to god. I don’t think it would have been hard to simply open the door and say "Come In”, like a normal person, but here I am, pinned to the door, with my back against the man I now call my husband.

Instead of getting triggered about the situation, my mind was unable to clear out the sexual thoughts that were crowding it.

"If you wanted to pull my pants down and fuck me from the back you could've just said so, I'd have worn a skirt with no panties" I joked, trying to ignore the weird urge clouding my head.

He ignored my comment and harshly released me then spun me around to face him, his expression was so strong I couldn't read it.

"What did I do now?" I sighed, folding my arms.

There is always something new that happens which obviously pisses him off and instead of simply verbally expressing it, he prefers to show dominance.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" He whisper screamed..

"What!?"

"You're flirting with my assistant do you know what type of strain that places on everything?"

I didn't have to open my mouth to ask him what he meant, I just frowned and shook my head, signaling him to explain further.

"What the fuck is this?" He pulled out a phone from his pocket, showing me the message I sent Ilya earlier about food.

Rereading the message right now, I can see what he meant, it did look a bit flirty and too extra, the emoji was not a good idea.

"You said it was your number!" I lied, “You don't expect me to talk to my husband so formally do you?" 

He was silent for sometime, staring into my soul and I started right back, not breaking eye contact. Eventually his expression softened and he spun away, walking towards his table.

My eyes jumped from his back to his office, I was finally able to take it in. The walls are all gray with a hint of silver. The ground is black and gray epoxy, mating his work table. The corner of the room has a set of gray couches with a white coffee table. Just behind his table is a bright yellow painting, the art caught my eyes.

I have never seen one quite like that, it’s about 1 meter big and creates an amazing contrast with the gray wall. I stood in front of his table, analyzing the painting. It speaks a lot. It's a woman’s face merged with a mans, he’s sucking her life out of her and replacing it with a blue substance but she has such a real smile on her face and somehow whoever drew it managed to create a devilish smile on the man's face.

I was so indulged in the painting that I didn’t notice when Vladim stood behind me, watching it with me. I spun around to see what he was doing, only to bump into his tree-like body. I wish he wasn’t such an asshole, we could’ve worked so well together.

“It’s a beautiful piece, Isn’t it?” He says, staring me down. I nod, takin  a step back away from him. I was starting to smell his cologne on myself, it’s very bothersome. He ignored my action and stepped away from me too, heading for the drink cabinet placed near the door.

I silently watched as he took two glasses of the cabinet and effortlessly opened a, what looks like raspberry drink, before pouring it into the two cups. He took slowly relaxed steps towards me, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow and the first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned.

“Welcome to my office Irene,” He said. I could hear him say my name a million times and that alone could make me orgasm god! It slipped out of his mouth so well with an accent. 

He handed me one of the cups before going round the table and sitting on his chair “You would be spending a lot of time in this house so try and get comfortable in it, move around”

He gestured, throwing his hand around with his drink twirling around, almost spilling 

“But first, please take a seat” He formally said “Let’s discuss our rules” He placed his cup on the table.

I looked down at the seat opposite him and dropped myself on it, with my drink in hand “What rules?” I asked, resting my back on the chair.

“Ground rules, things we can do and can’t do. We need to make this as real as possible because I have a reputation to uphold"

"Are you saying I'm going to ruin your reputation?" I asked, raising a brow.

"You're childish, that needed to be said" He said, leaning forward.

"I'm not childish" I defended "What is with you men and always trying to control how women live their lives, I would like to enjoy the last years of my life living like a happy kid. If I need to get serious I happily will” I rolled my eyes, taking a sip out of my drink.

The cold drink felt refreshing as it ran down my throat, I resisted the urge to shut my eyes and let it settle.

He sighed, pulling a paper from his drawer, with a pen and began writing.

“Rule number 1, do not go anywhere too far without informing me, keep me updated with your whereabouts” He wrote it down.

“Just because I’m married to you, doesn’t mean you own me”

“Rule number 2” He ignored me “We are in a dangerous business here so we both need to keep a low profile, don’t do things that will grab too much attention”

I was starting to get pissed about his setting rules for me about my own life so I sat up and rested on the table like him.

“Rule number 3” I smirked “If I ask you to do anything for me, you will get it done” 

“I’m a busy man,”

“You’re also a married man, make time for your wife” I shrugged.

He sighed, and noted it down.

“Rule number 4” I said, thinking.

I was thinking about all the times he jumps on me, or violently grabs me and I was going to make a rule for that to stop but god, it’s sexy as hell. I have spent so many years being so dominant towards men that I didn’t realize how good it felt to have a man man-handle you. I’ll let that one slide.

"We can add as time passes" He says, drawing two lines as the end of the paper, then putting down his signature "Here, sign this" 

I pulled the paper and picked the pen out of his hand, about to sign it but stopped “How do I know that you won't add anything without my permission?” 

“I’m a businessman, I don’t have time for childish things”

With an eye roll, I signed the paper and sealed the deal. I knew I had to let him do what he wants if I want to gain his trust faster and be able to get dirt against him that can get me out of here.

“Now down to what will happen if you break any rule…” He says.

“Why didn’t you say that before I put my signature?” I argued.

“Because I choose to”

I should have been careful, this is probably the exact same technique he used to get my father indebted to him. If I remember his words correctly, this man is good at making deals. I could get myself fucked over by him if i’m not careful.

“If you break any of these rules, you will be under my leashes. You will do whatever I want you to do, whenever, with no questions asked… For ever”

“For a month”

“Forever,” He looked directly at me, coming closer.

“For a month” I inched closer too “You seem confident that you wouldn't break any rule” I smirked. Whenever I get close to him, I get this sexual urge to jump on him but that is just me losing control over myself, and what I don’t do is lose control.

“I won’t”

“And if you do, would you want to be under my control forever?” I raised a brow.

He was silent for a second, not breaking the eye contact, but finally sighed and nodded “A month, for every broken rule”

I watched his pink lips move as he spoke, they’re plumpy and full, and with his beard circling them, it’s the perfect combination. Full beard will always be the most attractive thing for men.

“Was great doing business with you Mr. Sir. Keep the contract” I pushed myself out of the chair, with the drink in hand as I headed for the door “I will be out there exploring” I smiled, pulling the door open.

I love the feeling of victory when I win against him, it’s just so rewarding because it’s him and he feels so perfect but I always get to tell him that he’s not.

I gulped down the drink and placed it on a counter that is placed by the stairs, before embarking on my journey.

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I thought exploring this place was going to be fun, but it’s more exhausting than fun and everything is the same. It’s just a room on top of rooms, in every corner there is a room, the rooms are quite similar but all royal. 

It’s a lot different from our house, we have many rooms but they’re modern. Here on the other hand, the rooms give a very antique vibe. The doors are also royal, and everything is clean. 

There has to be a billion workers here because cleaning all these rooms, everyday? That’s difficult.

I returned to the place I started from and picked the cup, about to head downstairs for some more exploring, when I noticed a corner. It’s not too big, and not too small. I took slow steps there and looked down the corner, and noticed a door at the end of it, A medium sized door. It’s a space for one person only.

I looked at the enclosed area, my claustrophobia telling me not to go in, and my curiosity telling me to go.

After thinking about it properly, I finally decided to go in and check it out. I will run down the small hall and try to open the door. If it opens, great. If it doesn’t, I’ll run back. Win win.

I had a mental countdown before running straight to the door. As soon as I got close, I was about to hit the brakes on my legs but the door swung open and before I knew it, I was falling straight into a room, where no one will probably be able to hear me when I scream. 

I lost balance when I reached into the room and fell, the cup on my hand shattering on the ground.