His Treasure

Chapter 7

I woke up feeling groggy. I knew laying in this bed would make me pass out immediately. I moved the covers, and noticed I wasn't in my dress anymore. I don't remember changing last night. It dawned on me. He changed me! I stormed out of my room, and down to his. He was walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped lowly around his waist. Well hello there. SNAP OUT OF IT ARIA! "Buongiorno bellissima, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He licked his lips seductively. There was no doubt this man was undeniably sexy.  I folded my arms. "I assume you know why I'm here." I tried looking everywhere but at him. I didn't notice he was right in my face until it was too late. "How about you start by looking at me," I had to keep my composure. "You changed me, which means you saw me in my underwear?" He pulled back. "Yes, you were sound asleep so I helped you get more comfortable. It's not like I've never seen a woman naked before." I scoffed. "Right, I forgot what kind of reputation you like to uphold. If I'm going to be here then I have a set of rules for you too."  He raised an eyebrow.

"I would like it if you didn't change me. I can handle that myself. I would like privacy, which means I don't need people following me around the house. I'm sure I can find whatever I need on my own." He chuckled. "I think you forget you're in my house and you're making rules for me." Oh so he wants to play it that way. Fine. Two can play that game. "Well Mr. De Rossi, as I see it, once we're married it'll be both of ours so why not start now." I rolled my eyes and started walking out. "Arianna," I turned and faced him. "I'd like my shirt back at some point in your busy day." I shook my head, and unbuttoned the shirt, not giving a damn if he saw me in my underwear anymore. I walked to him, and dropped it at his feet. I back away, and walked to the door. "Oh yeah," he looked up at me curiously. "I need a damn cellphone." I slammed his door shut, and walked down the hall. I passed a few unknown men who looked at me like they wanted to eat me. "Eyes off if you know what's best for you." I walked in my room, and slammed the door. I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. How did it come to this? I'm practically marrying for protection. I always thought I would have a big beautiful wedding with my family and friends there. I don't have to do things with him right?

So why not make the best of it while I can. I yawned. First, I need more sleep. As I laid my head down, someone burst into my room. "I think we can come up with a compromise."  I groaned and sat up. "Can't a girl get some sleep around here!" He rolled his eyes and shut the door. "As I was saying. I think we can come up with a compromise during our marriage." I sighed and pulled the covers off the bed, taking them with me to the closet. I grabbed my robe, and quickly tied it up. "Alright," I crossed my arms. "Talk. What's this compromise?" He stalked towards me. "First things first, that little stunt you pulled this morning almost got 3 of my men killed. Never do that again. You are to become my wife, not trot around here like a stripper." I chuckled sarcastically. "Let's not forget where you found me at in the first place," I threw my hands in the air. "Some low end stripper that needed to hide with a dangerous man to escape her past life like a fucking coward! Oh yeah, real nice De Rossi." I started walking out of the room, but he pulled me back and slammed me against the door. "I'll have you know, I do not tolerate disrespect." His hand travelled from the base of my neck, down to my erratic heart. "You're afraid," he trailed his hands down to my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips trailed up to my ear. "Good, it's time you knew exactly who you're dealing with." I pushed him off of me, glaring at him. "I'm not one of your many known sluts." He smirked at me. "No, but you will be my wife. Meaning the only woman I will be sleeping with is you." He bit his lip. I scoffed. "No chance in hell. As part of this compromise, you and I will NOT be having sex." I pushed past him. "Now since I won't be getting any sleep," I walked in the bathroom, and turned the shower on. "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." Who the hell does he think he is!? Just because we're getting married does not mean that I have to sleep with him! Ugh! He infuriates me! "We're not done here Arianna." I rolled my eyes. "How about this," I grabbed him by the collar. "When I come begging you, will I sleep with you." I let him go, and faced the sink. He placed his hands on my waist again and whispered in my ear. "Game on Ms. Reznikov." He placed a small kiss on my collarbone, and pulled away.  "We leave in an hour. You have to be introduced to my men." He walked out, leaving me flustered.  Fuck. This may be harder than I thought.