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I grunted, annoyed by those words scribbled with as much derision as they were received, my eyes rolling fifty times in their sockets.
I wasn’t exactly in the mood for dealing with Matt right now, but he had my damn key. I’d much rather go to my room, take a hot shower and pass out. Apparently I’d have to find a little more patience somewhere inside me.
Matt had his back towards me, sitting at the bar, his hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey while two key cards sat on the counter to his left.
He was the only one in the dimly lit room besides the middle-aged man playing the piano in the far corner and the woman in a tight black dress sitting on the bar stool right next to my husband, even though there were at least six others.
For some reason, I didn’t like the image before me, but I swallowed it together with the revulsion rising in my stomach.
“I’m guessing the men have everything sorted?” I didn’t mask the acid in my voice. He needed to know I was bothered about the way he simply dismissed me.
“Close enough.”
The woman’s head spun back to face me, her eyes immediately bulging as she took in my dirty, off-white wedding dress.
“Oh… I’m sorry if I’m interrupting anything.” I faked innocence, “But my husband has the key to our room. Honey?” I held out my hand, waiting for Matt to place the card in it, using the same mocking pet name he had in his note.
Without a word, the woman stood up and marched away, my eyes following her until she was out of sight.
When I turned back to Matt, he had his eyes set on me, a raised brow and a side smirk directed my way. His eyes dropped from mine, raking over my whole body, taking in every inch as if he was seeing me for the first time ever.
“It looks good on you.”
“It’s a Vera Wang with a splash of Battaglia blood. Looks good on anybody. Especially the crimson addition.”
“I meant jealousy.”
I chuckled in mock amusement. “Aren’t you full of yourself?”
“So you don’t care if I fuck another woman while married to you? On our wedding night?”
“Is that what you were doing?” Bile rose to my mouth at the mere thought, but I wouldn’t concede. “No, I don’t care.”
I saw his jaw pulse as he bore his eyes into mine, like a standoff to see who’d cut the bull first.
“We didn’t get the chance to have our first dance.” He said, not even acknowledging what I’d said.
“It’s late…” I tried contesting, but Matt gestured to the pianist and the music changed into a slow tune, his hand now outstretched, waiting for mine.
“Would you give me the honor of this dance?”
He was standing now, towering over me, those sharp shards of steel deeply buried into my eyes, almost melting me under their heat.
“Ugh, whatever.” I found myself giving in.
Matt pulled me into his chest, a hand dangerously low on my back while the other wrapped around my fingers, swaying us slowly to the sound of the music.
I was expecting it to feel good. What I wasn’t expecting was my heart to be racing like thunder against my chest at this dangerous closeness. My whole front was pressed into him, feeling the warmth of his body transferring to mine. The hardness of his muscles feeling too tempting so flush against me.
He lowered his head, his mouth only an inch away from my ear.
“Marriage suits you, too, Wife.” His hand tightened around my waist, possessively pulling me into him as he said that strange word. If I could feel the outline of his body before, now I could feel every dip, every mass, every pulse of his beating heart.
Snap out of it. Bury those betraying thoughts.
“I’d gladly go through another shooting if it would’ve avoided it, Husband.”
“That’s not happening again.” His voice was darker now, a hint of danger lining his tone. “You’re safe here. You’ll never have a desire, need, or want, ever again. The stars can be rearranged for you, and the universe is yours if you so desire. That’s what being my wife means. Whatever you want, it's yours.”
