Cosa Nostra

7am. That Day.

Jennifer's Point Of View 

I would lie if I say I slept a blink. I didn't sleep, not even a wink. Why was he so aggressive? What would've happened if he went through with it?

Oh well, It's been three days and trust me, I receive calls from Mark with each minute passing by.  So I ghosted him. 

I took a long shower. Honestly I want him to touch me like last night but when he's sober. No… we just met.

Does that mean I have to wear heels? I can't even find flat shoes. 

I walked downstairs and found a small table with only one chair and a rose. He's apologising for last night!! Oh my gosh!

I walked there and I found him waiting for me so eagerly.

“Good morning, Mrs Carter.” He says. I smile at him.

“Morning, Mr Carter.” He raised his left eyebrow after I responded, he pointed the table.

“Please, take a seat.”  I smile at him and I sat down. Is he apologising for…

“What's the occasion? Is it about last night or should I say earlier?” I asked as he placed a meal on the table.

“What happened last night or as you say ‘earlier’?” Honestly… I feel like I should've killed him with that pan.

“Haha… nothing. So, again, what's the occasion?” I asked.

“My parents are coming over in two days. I want to make sure you're prepared.” Prepared for what?

“For what?”

“For eating.” He points out the plate. This guy is so strange. I almost laughed but his face was serious.

“Eat.” He says.

“Excuse me, I am not a dog.” He can't just order me like that. Who the hell is he?

“That's good to know, now Eat.” I wanted to talk back but I remembered that he'll physically punish me.

I grabbed the fork and knife. I started eating.

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“I am eating.” 

“Honey… honey.” He said as he walked behind the chair. He pulled my shoulders back.

“You don't go all the way in. You just have to lean.” He says. And I nod. I hated the feelings I get when his breath hit my ear.

“Now try again.” This wasn't breakfast but a lesson. I grabbed a bite and he sighed.

“This!” his tone was a bit higher and I felt his hands go either sides of me. He grabbed my boobs from behind and pulled me back.

“I repeat, you don't go all the way in. Just lean. Okay?” He asked. I nod again and he squeezed them.

“From now on, I need words Mrs Carter. Okay?” He asked again and I nodded. That was a stupid thing to do but him squeezing my breasts again… made me feel things I can't even explain.

“Yes. Yes!” I responded and I heard him chuckle. He then patted my shoulders.

“Good. Try again.” He says.

I'll never get this right. 

…

Yes, I was right, I didn't understand a thing he said. Guess what? I am tied against the chair.

“Now, Eat.” He says. He was holding a whip. I don't want that thing near my body so I was starting to understand his order.

“Good girl.” Something about that phrase made me want him to repeat it again. And I was starting to feel proud of myself.

“Now tell me here, Mrs Carter. Do you prefer Red wine or White wine?” He asked. Wine early in the morning?

“White wine, please.” I said. He walked away. The ropes didn't bother me but what bothers me is… where the hell does he get this rope?

He came back holding a bottle of Wine. Natural Sweet White, mmm my favourite. 

He poured the wine.

“Enjoy Mrs Carter.” He says. I couldn't freely move, so I had to take things nice and slow.

He hit my hand with the whip!

“That's not how we hold a glass of wine.” He says to me. Okay, now we have a new way of holding a glass of wine?

“How do we hold it then?” I asked with a smile. 

“Thought you'd never ask. Hold the stem between your thumb and first two fingers. Pinch the stem of the wine glass between your thumb, index finger, and middle finger.” 

“Good girl.” He says. I try not to blush but judging by his smirk, I am already blushing.

“You can have your drink.” He patted my head. I'm not a pet.

So I took a sip. His eyes were focusing on my mouth.

“Take a sip again.” He orders me and I did. He smirks and roamed out.

This time, he came back unbuttoning his long sleeve, he folded the sleeves to his elbows and I knew shit is about to get real. I'm about to get physically punished.

He gently grabbed my face and I shut my eyes. Any second now, I'll receive a slap or two.

But instead Jerald caressed my cheeks. My eyes unquestionably opened.He smiled so lightly, and I made sure to never look at his trousers that was literally right in front of me. He gently brushed my lips. I looked at him. His thumb slowly asked for entrance and I did. I opened my mouth a little bit.

I don't know if his aim was to make me gag but he was going in deep with his thumb and he stopped. 

What was that?

He took out a red lip stick from his pocket and gently applied it on my lips. Does he want women who wear make up?

“Red looks good on you. You should make use of it more often.” He says.“T… thank you.” I stuttered a bit and he smiled.

“Drink.” Honestly I hate this one word orders, they make me feel like I'm A Pet.

I took two sips from the glass and he hit me with the whip. I whined a bit.

“Trust me, I don't want to do this but you're forcing me to. Look at the glass, It's messy.” He was right, the rim was red from the lip stick, one of the reasons why I don't wear make up.

“You drink from the same spot." He says and I looked down.

“Why are we doing this?” I asked and he looked at me and started to untie me.

“I'm just preparing you.” Of course you are.

“It's like your parents want perfect.”

“Yes, they do.” He said as he sat on the table. Excuse me?

“What about you?” I asked and he raised his eyebrows. 

“What about me?”

“What do you want?” I asked. It was an insensitive thing to ask because his expression changed.

“Nothing.” “Why did you choose me? I mean I'm not perfect. Can't even eat properly. You could've chose someone perfect. Why?” 

“Your father promised that you'll marry me, I didn't have Much of a choice.” That was a bit harsh but I smiled.

He stratched his forehead. 

“What… what does that tattoo mean?” I asked.

“Which one? I got a lot of tattoos.” Now we back to the Unkind husband?

“Datura Flower on your hand.” I leaned to him and when I was about to touch him I stopped. 

“Can I touch you?” I asked, the way he looked at me when I asked made me feel bad. He nodded and I touched his hand.

His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that?

“Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. 

“I'll have to kill you if I tell you.”

Ha-ha. That's a Joke Right?