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Vanessa“Go on. Tell us, tell your father how you got his godson, my husband, to sleep in your bed on the first night of my honeymoon." I turn to Dimitri this time to see him already looking at me “Or do you want to do the honors since you're the one sleeping in people's beds?" I can't tell if he wants me to continue or stop. If he's impressed or if I'm overreacting but the truth is I don't care. He shouldn't be having issues with me speaking with Stephan when he's the one sleeping with bitches.“Excuse us, Uncle." He says and takes my hand. “Please, come with me." He doesn't wait for me to say anything before he's pulling me up from my chair and out of the dining room. We take a right turn and go up a staircase and we take another turn. I notice how large the house is from the little journey to wherever he's taking us. We come to a door and he pushes it open and pulls me in after him. Seems like the journey has come to an end. Finally! My feet were starting to hurt.The room is dark

I watch as the dinner happens and I cannot help but admire the feistiness in her. Vanessa, what a lovely name. It sounds like something so delicate. I would expect that she would be delicate but I beg to differ after I saw the fire and how she nearly ripped Francesca apart.I never would have guessed that Dimitri would get himself a wild one for a wife. I thought she would be docile, and easy to control but she has a bit of him in her. She is almost as scary as him. I hope I get to experience some of that heat when I take her for myself.It is funny that the entire household, the entire table has no idea who is listening in or watching them. They are oblivious to their environment which gives me an advantage. I wanted nothing more than to have access to their hotel room so that I can at least please myself by watching his wife but the man knows how to make a fortress of anywhere he is. It was hard to penetrate his office but I did it and now he thinks everyone is out to get him. Good.

VanessaAnother month has passed since I tried to coerce Hayden to help me out of Dimitri's home and seven days since his departure on a business trip. It has also been seven days since I last heard from him. I have no idea if he is doing alright or if he's alive or dead. I have tried but have not been able to call him. Not that I don't have the means to reach him or that he has forbidden me from calling him. I just don't know what to say when I do call him. Do I ask about the weather? Do I ask about his business? But I know nothing about it. Do I ask about his business partners or what? What do normal couples talk about over the phone?He has been less mean and we have great sex but we are not friends. Apart from that time we saw a movie and a few more times after that, we don't exactly hang out. We go out for dinner now and then to keep up with the farce but there is nothing real about it. It's just part of the job description. Many times, I have picked up my phone to call him but I

VanessaDinner is tasty and very interesting but I do not pay attention. The only thing that keeps sounding in my brain is a reminder that I am gonna be a mom. Me. And Dimitri is going to be a father. I am supposed to be happy. If anyone else at this table knows what I'm thinking, they would expect me to be on the phone with Dimitri giving him the great news but I cannot do that. I am more worried than happy.This is the second step towards the completion of the deal but I don't like what will follow after. I would have to give up my baby after my five years with him is up. He told me the other day that my child would lack for nothing and didn't respond when I said he won't have a family. I don't want my baby to grow up to be as grumpy as his father. And what if it's a girl like me? Would she be able to handle the pressure of having a father like Dimitri? How would she cope with being without me? I'm sure he would have an army of nannies but that would never be enough. What will my ch

Vanessa“Come, take a seat." He practically pulls me to the seat.“Have a taste." He says and shoves the food in my mouth. The taste goes straight to my brain. I can taste everything from the garlic to the black pepper, everything but it still feels combined.This has been our routine since after the explosion. He does not leave for work till five and gets back early to make dinner for me.Today, it's conchiglie with Porchini mushroom sauce with ham and tomato. I have always known that he has good ideas in the kitchen but I never knew he was this good. The taste spreads in my mouth and it makes my mouth water even more. Can I just have some right now?“You will have to wait till it's ready. Just give it some time." How did he know what I was thinking? It had been three weeks since we moved into this large house. The land looks to spread out for miles and I'm not sure who has the bigger land between this home and the other.The house is ridiculously large. If it were up to me, we would