The Don's Wife

10 | First Lesson

Why am I even here?

It is currently 12.03 pm, and here I am leaning myself against the bookshelf in an empty library.

I thought about what got me into this absurd situation and how, but I've failed to come to an understanding. Because it was certainly out of my character to abide to someone's wishes, especially ones that lowers my self pride.

Such as asking a woman properly to a dinner party, and agreeing to this stupid fucking dance class which she's currently late by the way as it's already 12.05.

Where the fuck is she?

And why didn't I just refuse? Why didn't I just put my gun over her head to make her comply, just as I usually do to Natalia to put her in place?

No, of course I didn't refuse. Need I remind myself that there's a possibility for this to be one of her plot. Whatever it is I need to take a closer look. That's all there is to it.

"Afternoon! Sorry to keep you waiting." Rosalind entered the room abruptly, panting, all out of breath.

"Thirty five minutes remaining. A minute longer I would've ditch." I told her snarkily. Even then, she still kept her radiant smile intact.

"I'm sorry, I was just baking some blueberry bread for snack break later."

"Let's just get this over with." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Okay then! Let's start shall we?" She clapped her hand together as a cue. "First things first, we need good music."

"Tadaa!" She proudly flaunts her Chet Baker vinyl that she had been holding behind her back, just like a kid showing off their most prized toy.

"This one is my personal favorite. I chose this specially for today." She put the vinyl onto the turntable and placed the needle on it. When the vinyl started spinning, 'Time After Time' began playing its tune.

"Amazing music, check. Now we shall dance." She held out her hand for me to take.

When our hands laced together, I could feel her warmth spreading through me from her touch. With gazes that never left each other, we pulled ourselves closer. As our distance were barely gapless, a sudden whiff of sweet blueberry and lemon was caught from her.

I want a bite.

Her other hand reached mine and gently rest it on her slender waist, then hers on my shoulder.

"Today's lesson is simple, you just have to follow me. Like a shadow would." She decided to take the lead and I let her. We started slowly swaying to the rhythm of the melody.

The scene had me felt a sense of deja vu, it was like reliving the day of our unpleasant wedding. It solely reminded me of the day I lost my freedom, the day my life plan crumbled apart.

"Perhaps you could hold my waist a little more firmly." She said, awakened me from my preoccupation.

I didn't even realize that I had loosened my grip. It could barely be called a grip, more like hugging thin air. Suddenly I was caught off guard by a gentle poke between my brows.

"And stop knitting your brows too much, or you'll likely to get wrinkles." She teased, curving her lips into a playful smirk which stirred up the mischievous side of me.

In a swift, I wrapped her waist tightly and pulled her into my embrace. Her breath hitched, surprised by my sudden movement. I leaned down close, darting my gaze from her eyes to her slightly parted plump cherry lips.

"You mean like this?" I teased her back.

To my expectation, her reaction was quite entertaining. Seeing the shade of pink almost invaded her entire face, her light hazel pupils all dilated, and her increasing heart rate shown by how rapidly her chest rose and fell. It was truly a satisfying sight, I just made Rosalind flustered.