Anastasia

Five

I stepped out of the shower and into the steamed bathroom. I took a deep breath then quickly towel dried my hair before wrapping it around my body.

I pushed my hair our of my face then left the bathroom. Lincoln sat on the couch, looking relaxed.

I ignored him as I walked to the closet, where I had hung my clothes. I grabbed a tanktop, and black pants.

I put them on and left my towel on the ground. I walked out of the closet and Lincoln sat on the couch, talking on his phone.

"Just go to their estate and ask for her fucking clothes. Make sure they don't follow you, although I highy doubt they can track a jet."
He spat then hung up. He looked up at me and I looked away.

"Hungry?"
He asked and I nodded.
"Good. Food will be here any minute."
He replied and I sat down on the couch across from him.

I curled into myself and stared down at the carpet, thinking about how my entire life had just gotten taken away from me.

Maybe Enid secretly had a plan. Maybe I wouldn't have to marry Lincoln or think about him ever again.

"You look depressed."
He commented snapping me out of my thoughts and I ignored him. How early did he want to get married?

My grandparents were married like a week after they were engaged.

Lincoln suddenly sat down next to me and I looked at him.
"You're quite beautiful-"
"Stop trying to flirt with me. You won already. We're getting married, it's done. No need to pretend."
I interuppted him and he studied my face.

"Who says I'm pretending? Do you know why I chose you?"
He asked and I stayed silent.
"I have a spy in your family estate. He told me of you, showed me photos he had taken. Your family as well, but you caught my attention."
He began and I kept my eyes off him.

"He told me of your sarcastic, bubbly, caring personality and I knew I had to have you as my wife, but you're also leverage to use against your family."
He told me and I stayed silent. He was making this seem like a damn romance novel.

"But do keep in mind Anastasia, you can be easily replaced. Any woman would kill to be in your place."
He said darkly and I looked him in the eyes.

"Then give them my place."
I replied and he smirked.
"Where do you exactly think you'd go if I simply replaced you? Home?"
He asked and my head slightly nodded. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You'd become a maid here, if you begged me. Otherwise you'd be sent to one of my brothels."
He replied and I glared at him.

"Then I'm on my fucking hands and knees begging."
I replied and he smirked.
"You know I fuck most of my maids, so sooner or later, you're going to be in my bed."
He explained and my eyes narrowed at him.

"Do you still want your place to be taken?"
He asked and I shook my head, looking away.
"I don't lie, or pretened when I flirt. If I'll be honest with you, I want to make this marriage as bearable and enjoyable for you as possible."
He told me and I stayed silent.

"But you have to try as hard as me and be cooperative."
He added and I sighed.
"Why are you, being so, nice? The UK mafia leader I heard of was dangerous, evil."
I asked him and he chuckled.

"Yeah, but thats just when I'm working."
He replied. There was a knock on the door suddenly and he left to answer it.

"You didn't answer my first question."
I called to him and he chuckled, whats with him and fucking chuckling all the time?!
"Happy wife, happy life."
He replied and I narrowed my eyes.