Fall Into Me

.II.

The relationship Mona and Minerva had wouldn't make it impossible to believe they'd gotten married. Most of Mona's family were just waiting for them to get on with it, despite Mona and Minerva saying countless times that it wouldn't happen.

Funny how that had come to bite them on the arse, really.

Although there was something deeply unfunny about the situation Minerva was in, and the fact that she hadn't once mentioned it to anyone. What kind of family had stipulations with their inheritance?

Mona had met Minerva's parents. They were lovely people. Yannis was Greek, and best friends with Atlas, Mona's father. Moira was Scottish, and Mona still hadn't figured out how they'd ended up together in the first place.

Not that it was any of her business. She often wondered how her own parents had gotten together, considering her father was a sweetheart and her mother a raging cunt.

It would've made sense if Mona had stipulations on her inheritance, purely because of the way her mother was, but it made no sense for Minerva to have them.

Moira and Yannis adored Minerva, she was their only daughter. The woman had been raised in a perfect loving home and to top it all off she'd also had Mona's family as a bonus because of her tight friendship with Esmé.

Asking Minerva was out of the question. Some things were too personal, even if they were married now.

Not that it would make a difference to anything that happened between them. They only had to pretend to be married in public. The second they were behind closed doors they could drop the act.

Although, Mona found it very difficult to pretend to like Minerva when she forced her onto her private jet to go back to Scotland.

"You came here on a plane," Minerva pointed out in annoyance.

"I don't like your tone right now," Mona sniffed, staring straight ahead and gripping the arms of the chair she was strapped into.

"You don't like my tone?" Minerva laughed in disbelief, head pressed against her headrest, eyes closing. "What the hell have I gotten into?"

The question was muttered and clearly not meant to be answered, but Mona needed a distraction.

"Hell, that's what," she replied, "being married to me ain't gonna be easy for you."

"Don't make my life harder than it already is, Desdemona."

"Stop saying my full name and I'll think about it."

"Start behaving and I'll think about it."

"What are you gonna do if I don't? You're already punishing me by forcing me into this stupid tin can."

"I did not force you to do anything."

"I beg to differ."

Minerva sighed heavily and opened her eyes, fixing Mona with a glare.

"You're insufferable."

"Get used to it, babe. This is your life now, remember? I'm doin' you a favour and you make me do shit I don't wanna do."

"How were you planning on getting home? You would've had to get on a plane eventually."

"Who says I was gonna go home? I might've moved here."

"You hate Vegas."

"I hate it more now."

"I am not doing this for the entire flight, I have work to do," Minerva stated firmly. "Be quiet and deal with it."