His Queen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

A R A B E L L A   P O V

I told Dante something I wanted to keep from him. I'm ashamed of what I did. If it was not for my brother, god knows what would have happened to me. A week had already gone by, but I still had my last punishment to take. That is when Dante springs on me, we are taking a trip. 

Staring at him, not sure what he meant about a trip. He leaves the room laughing, leaving me with my mouth wide open. How could this guy be so calm, but at the same time be an animal ready to kill? The mind boggles with the way he acts.

Stood gazing at my clothes, wondering what to pack. He never said where we are going or what we are doing. Are we going to a beach? Are we going somewhere cold? I know nothing. Sit on the floor with my legs crossed, just staring at my clothes. "Wish you had given me some sort of idea?" Talking aloud. He stands in the doorway, leaning on the wall with his ankle crossed.

He smiles at me. Turn to look back at my clothes. "You need to pack. We need to leave in ten minutes." Glanced up at him, frowning, he laughs at me. "It would help if you told me where we are going?" I ask him. He shakes his head and grabs his case. "Arabella, trust me for once." He looks down at me, offering his hand. Take his hand to pull me from the floor. Stand to stare at him. He slaps my ass and disappears into the bedroom.

Still oblivious to what is going on. I grab a spare case to throw some clothes in. "Are you taking something sexy?" He shouts to me. Scanning around the door at him with a shocked expression, he laughs. "What are you up to?" I ask him, waiting for him to say something to me. He shakes his head. "I'm not saying a word." He responds. Making a face at him, he steps closer to me. "I want to take you shopping. That is all I'm saying. So, don't fucking ask me again." Shopping is he insane? He knows I don't go for all that feminine crap.

Step back into the closet to grab the case, and we leave to head to the airport.

*****

We are sitting on his luxury jet, and I mean luxury. Could not stop glancing around. This is some plane. Twelve seats, a bar, two bedrooms at the back of the plane, both with en-suite. A room for holding conferences. Wow, this had so much. I know my father had some money, but he never had anything like this. 

Being married, I had an allowance from the family, that is how it worked. Dante had money from his parents who are well-off. He does give me an allowance too. Personally, I hate just sitting around doing nothing. Plus, I'm not like the other women in the family who like to spend money and shop. Guess Dante is lucky that way.

The hostess offers us a drink. Shake my head, she places a glass of dark liquid down. Gaze out the window, wondering well the hell we are going. "We will be meeting some of the family." He tells me. Turn to stare at him, he smiles. "So, where the hell are we going?" I'm a little agitated with him for not telling me. "We have an event we need to attend." Oh, boy. He now decides to tell me.

Could not understand why the hell he surprises me now. We are thousands of feet in the air. "Dante, you should have said something." My voice is raised. We are now staring each other down. "If I had told you, you would not have got on the plane." That is obvious. "You still should have said something. I will not go." Fold my arms staring at him. He downs his drink, turns his seat to look at me. "You are my Queen, and this is expected of you." He tells me.

Shake my head at him. "You had no right to spring this on me the way you did." I'm angry with him right now. "Arabella, you will be attending, and you will act accordingly." Not liking what he is demanding of me, I give him a stern look. "I will not be pressured by you or anyone." He takes a deep breath and stares at me. "Do this one thing for me, and I promise I will not ask for another thing." Shake my head at him. He darn well knows how the fuck I feel about attending events.

I hate to dress up and look all feminine. What the fuck. I slouch in my chair with a smirk. Well, I have a plan. He will not like it, but that is tuff fucking shit. 

He wants me to go, so I will. He's going to wish he never took me after my plan works. I couldn't help smirking, and he kept frowning at me. He brought this on himself, demanding me to go to this event. I wanted to laugh, but that would just encourage him to ask me what the hell is wrong with me.

*****

We arrive at our hotel in New York. I just could not help but smile. He did stare at me wondering what the hell I am smiling for. We get freshened up, then hit the shops. Now my fun begins. We are in one of the most expensive shops in New York. He wanted me to find a gown for the event, so I went along with his request. 

He stares at me, not sure if he should say anything. So, I opened my mouth. "Are you paying for this gown?" I asked. He knows I hate wearing anything like this, plus I hate to spend money on something I don't need.

He's sitting in the comfy seat, gazing up at me with wide eyes. "Arabella, I will buy you whatever you want. Please just find a dress. I know you hate wearing gowns and anything feminine." Now he states the fact of acknowledgement. Smiling at him. "So, you don't mind what I spend?" Just to make sure I have no wires crossed. He shakes his head. "Whatever." He replies.

My devious side is just a little excited to put him to the test. So here goes. The assistant helps me while picking out a few gowns that would make Dante question himself. Trying on the first one, I step out to show him. 

His eyes go wide. This is electric blue off the shoulder with a slight flare, but showing my cleavage. Knew I would get his attention. Smiled at him not saying a word. Step back to the changing room to try on the next gown. Now I'm getting a little bolder.

Step in front of him, he starts to fidget. This one is tighter, hugging my body, strapless and a nice lilac. Smiled at him, strolled back to the changing room to try on the gown that I wanted to get. I'm only doing this, so he will realise why I don't wear revealing clothes.

He sits up pulling at his trousers. Stood facing him in a black strapless dress that is tight, hugging my body plus a split on the left side, showing my entire left leg plus thigh. "Arabella, the dress is too revealing." He tells me. "Too bad, this is the dress I like." He stands towering over me. "Dante, you want me to attend, so this is the dress I will be wearing." He did not look happy. Maybe he would think twice about telling me we have an event to attend.

Find shoes to go with it, and we leave. All the way back in the limousine, he is going on about how the dress is too revealing. I smiled at him not engaging with what he is saying to me. He demanded me to attend this event, so what did he expect.

*****

We are in our hotel room getting ready for this event. He is still moaning about the dress I had got. He starts to mumble under his breath about paying for it. Not taking any notice of him, I just get ready. He really is ranting and raging about the entire thing. Even when he is in the shower, I heard him talking to himself about it. 

What does he expect when he wants me to do something I hate to do? When will he learn I will not change? Mind you, I did have fun finding the perfect dress. I merely had to laugh at the whole thing. Dante would not shut up. "How the fuck did I let this happen?" He says while in the shower talking to himself. "Can't understand why she went for the most feminine and revealing dress?" Listening to him makes me laugh.

Really could not contain myself with what is coming from his mouth. Holding my ribs laughing at every word he is ranting. The shower turns off. I could still hear him raging about the fucking dress. My god, he is making me laugh. He opens the door and stares at me. Smirking at him, he shakes his head, steps over to his suit to get dressed. We never exchanged words.

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