MAFIA SEDUCTION

and beautiful, manicured garden full of brightly colored flowers, and with a gigantic pool shaped like a guitar at its center. The house was so classy. I wondered if I would ev

dreamed of in my head, no excitement, no joy, just sadness and emptiness. I found myself wandering through the house, keeping myself busy. This house was so big and quiet. It made me feel more lonely, but the thought of being invisible and hiding from my husband felt nice. He didn't seem to care, and I didn't see any reason he would, lost in my thoughts. I bumped into Victoria, and she told me she had prepared dinner. It was served on the dining table, according to what she said, she was about to call me down from my room just now, but my stomach felt full and empty at the same time. I didn't have the appetite to eat, at least not in this house, I still felt uncomfortable and unsettled. So I just thanked her and found my way back to my new acquired bedroom. Some hours later, coming out of the bathroom after taking my bath, my door burst open, scared and about to protest, Davie stormed into the room. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing in here?' he shouted. I looked up at him, confused, wondering if this room belonged to someone else. Oh, shit! Shocked I say "I'm sorry", I didn't know this room belonged to someone else, there was no one to direct me, I didn't know I stammered, trying to find the right words because his mood and face scared me. 'Does this look like the fucking master bedroom to you?' he snarled. 'What?' 'You are my fucking wife, and you'll sleep in the master suite,' he hissed as he walked towards me. Frightened, I walked backwards, trying to avoid him. 'Just because I'm your wife, doesn't mean I have to sleep with you!', I'm just your wife in name and nothing else. You can't just walk into my room like that without knocking! I spat. " And if you think you can sleep with me, think again, and please forget it, I'm not ready yet then again I don't even like you. He laughed out loud, a cruel laugh, mocking one. 'God, you are such a fucking child.' I glared at him. I was only nine years younger than he was. Stupid asshole! Looking at me, you think you