Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV

My eyes fluttering open, immediately landing on the clock, my eyes widened at the time 6:30. Jumping out of bed in horror, fear taking over my body. Alexander is usually finishing up at this time, oh gosh I'm going to die. Taking a quick 5 minute shower I quickly got out, not having the time to dry my hair I tied it into a ponytail. Putting on a pair of sweats. Rushing out, mentally preparing myself for a furious Alexander as I ran down the stairs, to the kitchen. To my shock there stood Elizabeth, her back towards me along with a woman wearing uniform, her black silky hair hanging down her back. Elizabeth turning to face me, a warm smile appears on her face, making my brows furrow, "darling why do you look so flushed?" She furrows her brows, making the lady turn, her eyes widen in what I assume is horror, "Mrs....Mrs Giordano" She stutters, "I thought I was late?" I say, "late for what?" Elizabeth furrows her brows, now confused, "work" I say in a duh tone. Elizabeth bursts into a fit of laughter, "honey,as Alexander's wife you no longer touch anything" she says, my eyes widening, "we serve you now" she says. Shocked at her words, "uhm....where's Alexander?" I question, "oh he's working from home today, he asked me to tell you to come up his office once you up, he said he needs to talk to you about something" she shrugs.

Relief washing over me. Sighing I turn back making my way to His office, "what would you like for breakfast dear?" Elizabeth asks making me stop in my tracks, turning to face her, giving her a warm smile, "anything is okay" I say before walking over to the office. Standing in front of the huge wooden door, reluctantly knocking, "get in" he says roughly. Opening the door, Alexander seated across the desk on his high chair, his eyes fixed on his laptop. His hair neatly sleeked back, a black shirt he wore, his muscles threatening to burst out.

"Are you just going to stand there?" He asks dryly, not removing his eyes on the screen, rolling my eyes, "you sure do look like shit for someone who's married to a millionaire" he rolls his eyes making me send him a glare.

Clearing my throat, closing the door behind me as I slowly walked further in the room. The place furnished with dark wood, reaching his desk I reluctantly take a seat.

"I heard you wanted to see me" I say lowly.

Remaining silent, suddenly feeling nervous. He places his laptop to the side, his eyes now staring into mine, making me a lot more uncomfortable, "we have a dinner we hosting tonight, be ready by 6:30, everything you need will be delivered in a few hours including your dress" he says. My brows furrow at his words, "we?" I question,
Shrugging his shoulders, "you my wife aren't you?" He says in a duh tone, "so you have no choice but to be there" he says sternly before going back to his laptop.
Clearing my throat, "uhm....Al...." "spit it out already" he grunts impatiently, "why are we sleeping on the same bed" I blurt. His eyes move to mine, closing his eyes before breathing out in what I assume is frustration, "we are married, therefore we act like married people" he says impatiently, swallowing my saliva as my mouth suddenly became dry, "but we not a normal couple" i say as sternly as possible. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, "does the staff and the public know that?" He raises he brow, shaking my head, "so stop acting stupid" he spits making me flinch. Well he's already hurt my feelings enough, what do I have to lose now asking this, "are you going to....uhm...." "fuck You?" He says making me uncomfortable, nodding my head. "Don't you think if I wanted to force myself on you I would have done that already" he says now irritated, "I maybe a lot of things but I'm not a fucken rapist for the last time" he spits making me nod in relief. Getting up from my seat, making my way to the door, "one more thing" he stops me in my tracks, turning to face him. "You my wife, meaning you the queen of this house" he says, "so I expect you to at least look the part if you choose to sometimes act foolish. I don't need you stuttering throughout the entire dinner tonight are we clear?" He grits. Nodding my head, "use your words" he orders, swallowing the saliva, "yes" I whisper before rushing out.