Belongs to him

19 | Cursed

Alina Windsor

It would be weird being on his arm tonight. Well, not weird that we are together. But weird that we will be together as husband and wife. A role I wasn't fully up to task with. But tonight was an important one for Kingston.

I wouldn't be the one who doesn't show up just because of a rough patch. He owed me many answers but I needed a distraction to. He had a corporate dinner annually with the head runners of each branch of his corporations.

From the bottom of the barrel to the high ranks, his most valued positions were in a room waiting for him. But he decided to invite his wife this time, the newest edition in his life.

The apartment was officially ours as of last week and the two of us were still rocky. How could we not be? I just found out my husband is in the mafia and I don't even know what that means, and I don't think I wanted to.

"Alina?" But I couldn't lie, him standing there in a suit like that. It was almost unfair in a way, like it was some card of his to play on me, "You aren't in your dress? My guests are downstair." This was the first and last event held in his apartment.

I lifted the dress against me in the mirror, this one was brown and the other black. His fingers slipped under my shirt and as I set the dress aside he lifted it up and took it off leaving me topless. Then his hand slipped up cupping my left breast.

"Is this you helping me get dressed?" He chuckled softly and kissed the crook of my neck.

"Do you need my help?" Shaking my head I reach for the brown dress and then the black one.

"Which one would your wife wear?" My question leaves him confused and he tilted his head.

"The one she likes the most," I placed the black dress back on his bed and reached for the brown one then stripped down.

"Go, go... I'll meet you down there and mingle in a few. It's your party and your company," I step into the dress and pull it up as it fits perfectly.

"Companies," he corrects and tells me to turn. He reaches for the zipper and pulls it up, "beautiful... absolutely beautiful." His lips brush against my shoulder and I lean back in his arms slightly.

"Just be yourself and they'll love you and if they don't... I'll just kill them," his smirk was something I didn't find amusing and he shook his head. "I'm kidding Bellissima," he sighs kissing my shoulder and then he steps away.

I turned in the mirror adjusting the dress and moved to my curls, "Don't think too much about it," a different voice fills my ears and as I look up Matt stood in the doorway.

"Easy for you to say, you know everybody down there. All what... forty of them?" He nods.

"Hey at least you know how many and I have no idea who is here. I'm just his right hand man in this, and now my baby sister is to." He offers out his hand to me, "Come on he had the chef make chicken parmigiana because he knew it was your favorite."

"You hate him right now don't you?" I ask.

"Oh my bloods boiling, but that's only if he doesn't treat you as he should. Still waiting for that wedding invitation and so is Reagan," I knew the two of them had been chatting. I mean how could they not, "Mia misses you?"