AMARA

Chapter Ten : a hot widow

                        Amara Salvatore

I got off early from work today and since I had nothing else to do, I decided to laze around the whole day but my plan got flopped immediately by the one and only, my husband, Mr Salvatore.

He asked me, more like demanded me to accompany him to some ball organised by one of his business partners, of course he didn't come in person. His lordship had the audacity to order me around and on top of that he didn't even come in person to tell me that but instead sent someone else.

I huffed in annoyance before hopping into the shower as I cursed him and the entire world.

My days aren't going that great after I met my father and married Enzo. But if I can't live in peace, I won't let them have that peace too.

So I took out the slutiest dress that I owned with an evil smirk playing on my lips.

It was a satin red spaghetti straps dress that barely covered anything, like anything at all. Deep V neck, backless with a deep slit on the right thigh that almost reaches up to my hip, exposing my long leg.

I did my make up in a simple way and put on a blood red lipstick before putting on some jewelry.

"If he doesn't get an erection looking at this," I said as I pointed at myself in the mirror and winked. "Then I'll be convinced he's attracted to opposite sex."

Someone came to tell me Enzo was waiting for me without entering before walking away.

I thought of making him wait for me but the sooner this gets over the better.

I grabbed my clutch and my phone before walking out of my room and heading down the stairs where Enzo was waiting for me at the end of the staircase.

He was typing something on his phone but immediately stopped and looked up when he heard the clicking on my heels as I descended the staircase.

He froze and his shoulders tensed, the way his jaws clinched and he gulped. His grey eyes followed my every move as I walked down closer like I was his prey walking towards him. Damn. Mission accomplished.

His grey eyes burned into my emerald green ones as I stood in front of him with a mocking smirk.

"We're getting late, Mr Salvatore. So, shall we?" I asked and started walking away without waiting for his response.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He growled at me and I smirked before turning back to face him. His face was clouded like a dark cloud about to send down a thunderstorm.

"Physically? Dress. Mentally? Confidence."

"You are not-"

"You are no one to decide what I wear and what I don't." I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"I'm-"

"Now don't play your husband card on me. You and I both know I don't give a flying fuck so let's just get over with this. Shall we?" I said before walking away.

The ride to the destination was so awkward. The tension inside the car was so thick I could've cut it with a fucking knife.

The driver kept looking back and forth between Enzo and me through the rearview mirror with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"What the fuck are you looking at!?" Enzo barked at the poor guy who flinched. "Keep your eyes on the road if you don't want a bullet between your eyes."

The poor guy looked like he was about to cry as he shakily nodded.

But he made a mistake of looking back again resulting in Enzo growling and leaning forward before he grabbed the rearview mirror and broke it before throwing it out the window.