The Don's Bride

CHAPTER 4

Dante's POV

I watched her lay on the bed besides me, her eyes were shut close and her hands remained on my chest. For some weird reason, my heart raced extremely fast at the feeling of her tiny hands on my bare skin. I had lied to her yesterday, saying she was not my type was a complete lie.

Emily was beautiful. Very beautiful, she had long dark hair that fell across her shoulders, her piercing green eyes were intimidating and her lips looked extremely kissable. When I had forced that kiss on her, I felt sparks fly like electricity. I felt butterflies too and I had not felt that way in a long while.

Emily was endowed too. She had a curvy figure that made me want to always hold her waist. Her fierce spirit was admirable too. Everything about Emily was beautiful. I knew her even before our marriage and I had always admired her.

She slowly fluttered her eyes open, we locked gaze for a brief moment before she hastily took her hand off my chest. Emily looked down at herself and I saw her expression change into one of shock. Was she surprised that we had s*x last night?

"Oh my goodness, how did this happen?" She muttered to herself. I slowly sat upright and cleared my throat. "You do not remember anything?"

"You forced me into having s*x with you?" She blurted out. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at her. Was she kidding me right now? It was true that I had been the one to start it the moment I forced a kiss on her but Emily had willingly succumbed to it.

"You must be kidding me right now." I choked out a small laughter and shook my head at her in disbelief. Emily hastily jerked off the bed, once again I was blessed with her beautiful body.

Her body was like a work of art. I wanted to touch her, I felt the urge to explore her body once again but I tightened my grip and calmed myself down.

She hastily grabbed the sheets from me and wrapped it around herself. I watched as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Now I was naked but I did not really care. She was the one who seemed bothered by that

"You had s*x with me, are you happy now? Just let me go back home. I have a boyfriend." Emily said, her grip on the bed sheet tightened as she avoided eye contact with me.

"It does not work that way Morandi. You used to have a boyfriend but now you are mine. Get used to it. Worse of it all is that now that we had s*x, you might be carrying my child." I added my last statement in a light tone.

I saw how Emily's eyes widened in shock. She paused to gaze at me but quickly averted her gaze back to the floor. "Is this what you meant by tie me down?" She raised a brow at me.

I wanted to continue bickering with her but then my phone rang out loud, interrupting me. I gazed at the caller ID and I knew it was business time. "Enjoy your stay at the house but try not to leave because the security here is way tighter than the one at your house." I said, I sluggishly dragged my feet out of the room and towards the bathroom for a quick shower.

I brushed past Emily and I felt my heart race again. I definetly had feelings for her and I could not wait to see what the future had in store for us.

Today was finally our wedding day. I hated today for some reason. Everyone seemed happy and it disgusted me. Why were they all happy when they knew that the couples were not happy? It was a small wedding, only a few important family members were invited but my father had somehow found a way to invite the media to the wedding.

All cameras were directed at I and Emily as we made our way out of the chapel. I could feel the sadness coming from her. She hated the whole marriage shenanigan and I could not blame her. I sort of hated it too, regardless of the feelings I had for Emily.

The SUV drove us back to the mansion, Emily had officially become my wife which meant she had officially moved in here. I sighed heavily as I sneaked casual glances at her, for the first time since today, I caught a drop of tear roll down her cheeks.

I suddenly felt guilty, I felt bad that she had to go through all of this. Her father was heartless and so was mine.

"Toughen up." I whispered softly. Although my voice was clear enough for Emily to hear because she snapped her head toward my direction and gazed at me with a straight face. I was only telling her the truth, she needed to toughen up because there was absolutely no use in crying at all.

The deed had been done.

We eventually arrived at the mansion. As I walked towards the direction of the stairs, I was tired and i needed a nap right now. "Wait, Dante." I heard Emily call out my name for the first time since she had moved in here.

I turned to her with a raised brow.

"Can we at least sleep in separate rooms? We do not have to pretend like we love each other since we are just the ones here?" Her voice was rough.

I knew I had to give her space. I nodded my head in agreement, acting unbothered by it. I would have sincerely loved to have her by my side. "The visitor's room is on the second floor, first room on the left." I said. Emily bowed her head at me and excused herself.

As I continued to head up the stairs, my phone beeped out loud startling me. I fetched it from my pocket and gazed at the text from the unknown number. I clutched my chest tight in fear as I read the message out loud.

"Happy marriage life Dante De Luca, Game on."