WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
1542 Words
Darian was dressed in a white shirt, a pair of black trousers, and a black suit jacket. He stood by the mirror side and checked himself. When he was satisfied with his look, he turned back to Lena who was still struggling with finding a decent dress to put on.
She was aggressively ferreting the closet but didn't like any of the dresses in there. She hadn't checked them until now. A Small scowl marred her face.
"Haven't you figured out what to wear?" His cold voice propelled quakes to her insides but she didn't respond to him. She continued the search and finally got hold of a blue dress that looked longer and covered more parts of her body. She picked it up, heaving a sigh of relief. She dropped it on the bed and stood by the bedside. She turned to look at him, expecting him to excuse her while she dressed up. "What's that? You should wear your dress and let's go. We're running out of time."
Lena stood still and just nodded her head in understanding to his words.
"Now.” That authoritative voice boomed again. She was getting used to the sound.
"Could you please excuse me?"
"Excuse you for what?" He asked, a hint of confusion fused in his tone.
"I can't change my dress while you are here. If you don't want to leave, I will go."
Grabbing the dress from the bed, she dashed towards the door but Darian didn’t let her go past him. He seized her arms and she fell back on the bed with a thud. Her large eyes bulged in surprise.
"Where do you think you are going?" He demanded, staring into her eyes.
His smoldering look ignited something inside her. Something she couldn’t fathom.
"To go somewhere else to change my dress." She responded curtly.
His eyes were messing up her head but she found the words this time.
Darian slowly levelled up to her on the bed. His mouth was almost directly on hers. Different thoughts filled her mind as she watched him.
She was about to shut her eyes when he said. "You should get the f**k up and change your dress this minute. Now stand up and strip.” Though his tone was commanding, she didn’t move a bit from where she was rooted.
"No, I can't do that here. I can't strip while you are here." She insisted on her words.
“I married you.” He pulled her up, his hand tracing her face. “You belong to me now,” Outlining her chest with his fingers, he reminded her in case she forgot. “Your whole body is mine and if you don’t want to strip, I will strip you naked.” He was slowly taking off her robe when she yanked herself off his grip.
“I will wear the dress.” She didn’t trust her body not to betray her to Darian’s touch. She was getting familiar with it and almost wanting more from him.
As she took the robe off her body, she reprimanded herself for not putting on decent underwear.
No man had ever seen her naked body. She tried to accept the fact that Darian was her husband and would be the first but not this way. He didn’t have to coerce her into dressing up in front of him.
Her eyes were locked with Darian's. She pulled off the robe and it fell to the ground revealing her slender hour-glass frame. Darian didn't turn away when the robe fell to the floor.
He fixed his eyes on her body, wondering and admiring. Since he set eyes on her, he had imagined how she would look without clothes on and she met his expectations. Even beyond.
Well-defined shoulders. Rounded and petite boobs he could easily palm around his large hands. Cinched waist. Rounded hips. He wanted to part them and slip a hand between them. They drove him crazy. His eyes finally fell on her toned legs and he sighed.
Perfection. She was perfect.
When he didn’t take his eyes off her, she picked her robe from the floor and attempted to wear it back.
"Don't do that,” he groaned, peeling his eyes away from her. He wanted to make her feel more comfortable and not waste his time. “Just dress up and let's go." His voice was calm now. Lena wished it would always remain this way.
She felt so embarrassed as she wore those tiny materials on her body, but she secretly hoped he liked the color of the matching bra and panties that she wore.
Lisa had gotten them for her as wedding gifts. She told her she would need it for special nights she had to look sexy for her husband.
She wore the blue dress, and it stopped below her knees, perfectly hugging her skin. The dress was strapless, giving prominence to her elegant shoulders.
She went to the closet and found a pair of silver low heel silver stilettos, she fitted her legs into them and they suited perfectly. She ambled to the mirror to check out her dress. Styling her hair into a bun, she laid the baby curls.
Darian sat on the bed the whole time. He would glance at his wristwatch and back at his wife. He was being patient with Lena, but he didn't want her to take too much time. They had just a little time left to get to the family house, and Gaius hated when people did not keep to their word.
"I'm done." She huffed a sigh.
"Good." He shot her a sharp glance as if he was trying to be sure of his words before uttering them. “If anyone from the Dawson family throws a question at you and you have no answer to it. Just wait for me to come in. Okay?”
She nodded, taking careful notes of all his instructions.
When he was done, he stared away and asked. “What is your name by the way?”
Lena looked around the room, wondering when someone came in and she didn’t notice. When she saw no one, she turned back to Darian and said. “My name?” It felt like some kind of joke.
How could he not know her name?
"Yes, your name. What's your name?" He repeated, unbothered.
She scoffed. All her life, she had never felt so insulted. She got married to him, she had stayed with him in the house for two days and he didn't know her name?
"You mentioned my name when we were taking the wedding vows." She reminded him.
"I wouldn't have asked if I still remember." He retorted dryly. Obviously not remorseful about his nonchalance.
“Who am I to you?” Tears gathered in her eyes, threatening to fall if Darian continued acting that way. She knew their marriage had no definition but he didn’t have to disrespect her that way.
How could her husband not know her name?
"That question is unnecessary now. What I need to know is your name." He insisted.
She picked a purse from the rack. “Figure it out." She flounced out of the room, slamming the door.
Darian quickly went after her. He hated that she was making things difficult.
"Stop making this hard. Tell me your name.” He didn’t want things to be awkward when they got to the family house.
They trusted that he was responsible enough to take a wife and be made Don. If he didn’t know her name, it would ruin his chances to be Don.
She hissed, heading towards the garage. Her heart was numb. She was too sad to even think. How could Darian not know her name?
When they got into the car, he looked at her and knew she wouldn’t yield until he did something to get her.
“I guess I have to involve your father if you are going to continue acting stubborn.”
Pressing his phone to his ear, she didn’t allow him to say a word before yelling. “Lena. That’s my name if you care to know.” She turned back to face the side window, tears streaming down her face as Jay drove them out of the house.
"When you get there, you should be composed, and act right," he said, but she didn't respond to him. She pretended not to hear what he had said. He knew she was mad at him for not knowing her name, but that was the least of his problems right now. "Lena," her name sounded firm and sweet in his mouth. She wanted him to call her again.
She turned to him with a questionable glare. As always, his face held no expression.
"What do you want from me?" She demanded.
"Your cooperation today. I don't want you to spit what you don't know. Those bastards are dangerous and they would tame you.” His eyes were fixed on the road as he spoke to her.
When she didn’t respond to him, he took a cursory look at her and sighed.
She was pretty and presentable and he couldn't wait to introduce her to the family.
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