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“Yes, Dad.”
Married to Bobby Vincenzio?Okay. Wow. I am not upset.Should I be?
Pros of marrying Bobby Vincenzio:
Hot
Handsome
Deep Sexy voice
Broad shoulders
Powerful
Successful
Wealthy
To be honest, after last night, I cannot stop thinking about Bobby Vincenzio.
I am attracted to him.
“Paul and his Consigliere, Nick, will be here in an hour to speak to you. They will be able to answer more of your questions. You need to look your best. My stylist had a dress and heels delivered for you to wear. I put them in your closet. Do not wear jeans!”
“Dad, can’t we do this another day? I am not up for visitors. I do not want anybody to see me like this.”
“I am sorry darling, but this can’t wait. You look beautiful. You will feel better after you have showered and dressed.”
I cannot finish my breakfast. Too nervous.
“Dr. Gould, the doctor that examined you last night, left this for you.” My father hands me a white plastic bag. “Here is a couple of months supply of birth control pills, a prescription, and Dr. Gould’s card. You need to start taking them today. The doctor does not think you will have any problem, but if you do, you can call him, and he can prescribe something else.”
I cannot believe my father just handed me birth control pills! I want to hide underneath the covers.
My father stands up.
“But Dad, I…”
“Don’t worry. You are not supposed to know anything about sex. You are a virgin. Bobby will understand.”
My father leaves my bedroom.
I grab my laptop from my bedside table. Time for a quick search. I read on an internet blog that Bobby is getting engaged to an actress named Evie Bliss. He is financing her latest film. He paid for her boob job.Is this true? Did he really choose me? Is Bobby being forced to marry me? OMG!
Everything is happening too fast. I am anxious. Apprehensive. I must get out of bed. Get dressed. Get married? Ugh!
I shower. I stand at my white marble bathroom vanity. I look at my naked body in the mirror. Bruises. I see hands on my body. Slaps. Squeezes. I grimace.Don’t think about it.
I put on my nicest set of bra and panties. I blow dry my hair. I put it in a loose bun. My hair has not been cut since Christmas break. It is too long – way past my shoulders. My blonde hair is too thick. Too wavy. Always knotted and tangled.
I brush loose powder on my face. Apply clear lip gloss. Bruises. Lips still swollen.Don’t think about it. A touch of mascara.
I step barefoot into my walk-in closet. I open the dress bag from my father’s stylist.Ugh!Ultra conservative. Silk. Black. Sleeveless. Ugly. I pull the dress over my body. I pull the zipper up in back. The tight dress falls just above my knees. I look in the full-length mirror. My curves are on full display. Big breasts. Big butt. I am not runway model thin. Never could diet my curves away.Do I have to wear this dress?
I slip on the new black stiletto pumps. Too high. I will trip. I walk around my closet, trying not to fall.
“Gwen! Please come down here!” My father shouts.
