To Marry A Monster
he bed where I had been lying down like a prisoner since morning. My fir
hairdressers, nail techs makeup artists all dressed in black and all looking very serious. They all rushed into the room and
he bedside and announced looking at me, "The Don
they started working on me, pulling my hair like they wanted to pull it out of my scalp an
and liner. I was almost asleep fully by the time they finished my nails and the young maid had to consistently tap
sorry for what happened in
unsure if I was
ha
're married to the Don. If you ever need help with anything in the ho
had returned, carrying something in a thick black garment
ree
tard ha
corset before flowing down into a pool on the floor. It had a thigh high slit and a
t I actual
Dante has
waiting for a reaction.
ightening the strings until I couldn't breathe. As I smoothed out the fabric by myself with my hand, my
pped for a q
cked
mirror and she looked back at me
re trac
that I still would
of them lead me downstairs. Saying anything would make them suspicious, and now I ne
uscular figure. I shifted my eyed away and walked down the stairs slowly, noticing he was looking at
ing in my car."
in wearing this godawfully uncomfortable-but beautif
towards his car. "I don't want to converse with you, would
t drove in, I was seated between three burly bodyguards at the back carrying guns and giving me weird stares, one in the front, and one who acted as a driver. The silence during the ride was and uncomfortable and I was gl
't know where to go. I must have looked odd, just standing there looki
ed at me. Murmurs
is
politician'
u
e center of the event. It was Dante and he was already shaking hands, conversing and laughing with other influential people like him. People flocked around him, men in perfectly tailored tuxedos and women in ex
and for a second I thought he was going to ignore me a
reached me he
g a stray hair away from my face like it wasn't me he
d at me and I couldn't help admiring his grey eyes or his dimples when
what is
, Dante raised my chin up,
eet or romantic, at least to me. It was fast, hot and demanding, as if he had somethin
d erupted, cameras clicked furiously,
what I ha
it
s low