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We’d spent a total of eight hours together, and he already made my nerves stand on edge.
I wanted a chance to explore my new home in peace. As I walked around, I couldn’t help but notice that the living space, while cozy, lacked any personal touches. There weren’t any family photos on the shelves. There weren’t books strewn about, and the pillows on the couch looked as though they had never been touched.
Maybe Dominic doesn’t spend a lot of time downstairs.I thought to myself as I walked up the stairs to the second level. A part of me wondered if I should be snooping around without permission, but then, I remembered that this was my house now, and you couldn’t snoop around in your own home.
Upstairs wasn’t much different. Everything was artfully and tastefully decorated, but there was a coldness to it that made it seem that no one lived in this house. As I walked through the house, I was surprised once more by how large it was. It seemed like a waste of space for one or two people.
I took a minute to peek into each room, wondering which one would be mine or if I would be sharing one with Dominic. The thought brought me to a standstill. I had never shared a room with anyone, let alone a man.
The thought made me uncomfortable, which was silly considering how I had spent my evening.
I shook my head and continued with my exploration. The rooms were nondescript. I couldn’t tell which ones were lived in and which were vacant. When I got to the end of the hallways, I came across a door that was locked.
I pushed on it, slightly surprised that there would be a locked door in a house that seemed otherwise empty. The lock made me all the more desperate to know what was behind the door. It had to be good if there was a lock on it.
I pushed again, not surprised when the lock held. “Damnit,” I whispered to myself. I had a feeling that there was something behind this door that was going to help me better understand my new husband.
“What are you doing?” a sharp, female voice called out.
I whirled around, my blonde hair slapping me in the face as I did. “Who are you?” I asked. I cringed at the words the moment they left my mouth.
The woman looked me up and down. She was older, maybe in her forties, with dark black hair and olive skin. Her brown eyes narrowed as she looked at me.
“That room is off limits,” she told me.
I nodded. “I’m sorry,” I said immediately. “I was just exploring.”
The woman released a small huff in the back of her throat. It was already clear to me that she didn’t like me.
“Mr. Blanchi wanted me to show you to your room,” she said. Before I could do anything, the woman wrapped her arm around mine and started tugging me back down towards the hall.
“Do you know if Mr. Blanchi is going to be home anytime soon?” I asked. I was slightly pissed off. Last night, despite my misgivings, I had slept with Dominic, and while I understood that this was hardly a real marriage in any way that counted, I couldn’t help but feel slighted that my new husband didn’t even have the courtesy to greet me in the morning. Instead, he pawned me off on the help.
“I don’t know,” the woman said. She opened the door to a room I had missed, down at the far end of the hall. Again, it was tastefully decorated, but this time in various shades of cream. It was tasteful yet opulent and so different from the girly pink room I had had back home.
“You should get settled in,” the woman said. “I’m sure that Mr. Blanchi will want to speak to you when he arrives home.”
I held back a snort. It was clear that this woman was going to snitch on me for snooping. It didn’t matter. Dominic and I were married in every way that counted. I wasn’t exactly happy about what had taken place last night and this morning, but I knew that having sex with Dominic meant that he would have a much harder time divorcing me if he ever wanted to.
Sighing, I held my head in my hands. I couldn’t believe that this had become my life. I was now sitting around contemplating how to stay in a marriage I didn’t want to be in in the first place.
Because the reality of my circumstances was that I had much more freedom as a mafia wife than a daughter, and if my parents were content with marrying me off, they would have to be fine with the consequences of those actions.
