Married to power

Chapter5

Chapter 5

Florella is horrified by what Dante just said. He knows she can't refuse him. Or else her family will suffer his wrath. He has chosen her. She has to do it.

"Wh...why are you doing this Wha...what have we done?" She asked

Dante raises his brows.

Her hazel eyes are brimming like she is about to shed tears. Dante scoffed, noticing he picked a crybaby.

Sighing, Dante picked up his glass and sipped as he stared at her. She looks down trying to hide her tears.

"Sign the damn papers Florella" Dante ordered.

She sniffled.

"You don't want your uncle on the streets left with nothing do you?" He asked.

She looked at him

Dante raises his brows at her.

She shakes her head no.

"I thought as much. Now sign"

She picks up the pen. Dante's guard, Reuben directed her on where to sign and she signed the stuff.

Reuben took the document and gave it to Dante.

"It's a wrap then," Dante said opening the document. "Now let me give you a rundown of everything here in the contract," Dante said placing the document on the table.

"Like I said before, it is an eight-year marriage contract which means, you are giving me eight years of your life. After that, you are out"

Florella's face twitched.

He raises a brow. "What? You think I would like to be with a girl like you forever?"

She is hurt by his words.

He doesn't give a damn. This is business and as a businessman, everything has to be professional. He doesn't care about people's feelings. It has to be how he wants it to be.

"We can't do forever." He said

She looks down.

"Now why eight years?" He continued "I am running for the seat of mayor and I need to be married to be qualified. That's why we are getting married in a week"

She looked at him with furrowed brows.

Dante nod.

"We have to get married as soon as possible so I can commence my campaign."

She returned her gaze down. Now that's beginning to piss him off.

"Look at me when I am talking to you" He ordered

She quickly obeyed.

"Good. This marriage is a complete no strings attached relationship. No intercourse and no kids. That doesn't mean you are allowed to let any other man touch you. I will kill you if you ever try that s**t" He threatened.

Her face twitched in fear.

"For the whole eight years of being Mrs Di Capo Giovanni, you are not to be seen naked by any man. A scandal is the last thing I need during my time in the government." He said, looking straight at her.

She is so uneasy, he can tell.

"Moving on, you are going to have a series of interviews by the press. My team will tell you all you have to say and you must obey them. " He said. He leans on the desk, making her more uneasy.

"All through the process, you are not to disclose by any means, to anyone about this being a contract marriage. If you do, death awaits not only you but your entire family"

Terror washed Florella.

"You are to pose as a very happy woman, married to the love of her life. Do you understand?" He asked, looking at her dead in the eye.

She nods slightly, feeling her sweaty hands.

"Words"

"Ye...yes"

He gives a little smile. "Good. Now drink up" he ordered as the waiter poured her some wine and walked away.

"I...I don't drink" she stuttered.

"It's Giovanni's wine. You can't refuse it" he ordered.

With her shaky hands, she picked up the glass of wine and sipped on it a little. She forced herself to swallow and didn't look okay with the taste.

Dante scoffed as he sipped his.

Looking at her, her gaze is back down. He stares at her. She looks so pathetic. Back at her house, she looked so unkempt. He had Aurora get her a dress for this date to make her presentable.

This s**t is f****d up. But he has to get what he wants. Whatever it takes.

And if being married to someone from the slums like her is what it takes, then so be it.

He sips his drink again. His phone on the table, beeped.

He picked it up and saw a text from Lorita. His lover. He did promise to spend the night with her. It skipped his mind.

Well, something important made it skip his mind.

But he is done here.

He snapped his fingers and his guards approached.

"One of you take her home." He ordered

They nod.

"Florella my guards will pick you up soon. My regards to your uncle" he said to his wife-to-be before standing on his feet and heading out. One of his guards followed him behind, carrying his documents.

Through the elevator, he moves down from the top and heads out of the building. One of my guards opened the car door for him and he entered. The driver hit the road.

Not long he is pulling up in front of his building. Entering inside, he nods to the greetings of his staff as he heads upstairs to his room.

Entering inside, he sees Lorita on a red lingerie. His favourite attire on women. He stares at her. She looks so sexy.

His trousers begged to tighten the more.

"Hey handsome," she said, walking seductively towards him.

"Hey," he said as she brought him down her height and to her lips with her hand at the back of his neck. They moved hungrily on each other's lips

Slowly, they head for the bed with their lips still connected. She helped remove his jacket and quickly changed positions.

She is now on top of him.

She removed his belt and brought out the junior version of him.

His whole body relaxed.

Next, she positioned herself on his d**k, shifting her panties to the side, she slide down.

"f**k"

"Ugh!" She groaned.

She rode him to paradise. The room echoed with their moans and pants. They switched positions and he came on top of her, spreading her legs wider. He thrust into her severally till he came hard and so did she.

He lay on his back, panting tiredly.

"That was....that was hot," she said breathlessly.

"Indeed"

She heaves a sigh.

He decides to drop the bomb.

"I am getting married"

Silence.

She sits up, looking at him with arched brows

"What?"