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Chapter Four
Walking into the house, I couldn’t stop the scowl from forming across my face. Everything looked just as I had left it the day of my wedding, but I knew that things weren’t the same. There was a young woman upstairs who was my wife.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Blanchi,” Giovanna, my housekeeper, said. She took my suit coat as she always did when I returned home from a meeting.
“Where’s Sasha?” I asked. I couldn't stop myself. I had spent the morning at the warehouse with my brother Marco attempting to sort through the dowry of territory that her father had exchanged in our marriage agreement.
An agreement I had been staunchly against. Isaac had had to sweeten the pot, and while he did, I also knew that he hadn’t been happy about it, which is why I wanted my men looking through every document attached to every business and piece of land he gave me.
“I was just about to call her down for some lunch,” Giovanna said. Gio, as I had called her since I was a boy, had been my nanny growing up. When I became Don, she took over as my housekeeper. “There’s something you should know about her,” Gio said. Her voice was low, and she shifted her eyes upstairs.
I raised a brow. I had learned a good deal about my wife last night, especially when it came to what made her cry out in pleasure. I held a smile back as I remembered how quickly she had embraced the pain of my screwing her into the mattress as she chased her orgasm.
“She was snooping around the house, trying to get into your office,” Gio told me.
“Are you sure?” I asked. I couldn't imagine meek Sasha doing such a thing, but I also couldn’t ignore that the enemy was in the room down the hall.
Gio nodded. “She was trying to break into your office.”
I scowled. It seemed that Sasha wasn’t as mild-mannered as I thought. I gnashed my teeth together as I started making my way towards the dining room.
“Tell her to get her ass down here,” I told Gio. Some part of me knew that I was being irrational, but I was pissed that Sasha would go through my things. My feelings towards her family compounded that anger.
Pouring a drink, I contemplated what I was going to do next. I hadn’t thought much about Sasha in the days leading up to our wedding. After three years of negotiations, I had been too busy ensuring that her father would make good on his promises and not leave me high and dry.
Sighing, I took a sip of my scotch, enjoying how the alcohol burned the back of my throat. I wasn’t a heavy drinker. I didn’t like my mind clouded, but I needed something to take the edge off.
“Dominic!” Sasha’s soft voice rang out in surprise. It was clear that she hadn’t been expecting me. I wondered who the fuck she thought was ordering her to the table and why she complied so quickly.
“Take a seat,” I ordered. I tried not to smile when Sasha immediately complied. I noticed that last night. Sasha was much more malleable than any woman that I had ever known.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
I raised a brow. “Don’t worry about where I’ve been,” I told her.
Sasha’s eyes flared, but she said nothing. Instead, she folded her hands primly over themselves and leaned forward. I took a moment to admire my new wife, which I didn’t feel like I had done enough of last night.
Though we had screwed more than once last night, there had been something clinical about it, and it had kept me from truly admiring her.
“I guess I just expected you to be here,” she said. There was a bite to her voice.
I sighed. Sasha had been a virgin, and though I had never slept with a virgin, I knew enough to know that she probably expected some sort of flowers and breakfast at the end of everything.
“And I expected that you would be smart enough to know your place,” I told her.
This time she raised an eyebrow at me. I studied her closely. Her pale skin seemed even paler, making her crystal blue eyes appear more prominent in her face.
“I’m sure your maid told you I was snooping…”
“Gio is my housekeeper,” I corrected. She was also assigned to watch over Sasha when I wasn’t home. Sasha had finished high school several months ago, and as far as I knew, she didn’t have any friends in the city. I couldn’t imagine what she would be doing except sitting around the house, which is what it sounds like she did her entire life.
“I apologize,” Sasha said. “But you just had one of your goons drop me off. You can’t blame me for getting into trouble. I didn’t even know where the trouble was.”
There was truth in her statement. I hadn’t planned to send Sasha off on her own, but it had been unavoidable.
“Let’s set some ground rules,” I said. I tapped my hand against the rim of his glass with my ringed hand. It was odd to see the ring on my hand. Almost as strange as it was to see the thin diamond band on Sasha’s hand.
“Why do we need rules?” she asked.
