Broken Vows

...chapter 3.2...

Gabrielle:

"Really, Ella the first thing you want to visit in Paris are catacombs. Are you serious."

i looked at my husband in the same weird way he was looking at me. Come on what is wrong visiting that place. it's tourist spot for some reasons.

I snorted back, " if you want to come you're welcome, if not just stay back no need to spoil my fun."

" this is OUR honeymoon we're going to do everything together. And all i want is to have a romantic trip and not to visit underground graves." he retorted back.

"we can do that some other day."

he snorted loudly jerking his face away, " we can visit that unholy place some other day also."

" no.We can get discounts if we go today."

he looked at me surprised like i said something awe full, " well let me inform you mia moglie your marito can afford few tickets. I'm rich."

i was speechless, " well you're right but still...." i peeked at him he was giving me this unamused look.

Whatever it's useless to explain it to him he won't understand. I brushed past him going out of the suit. The hallway was slight busy with staff scattered around here and there minding their business.

Suddenly i felt a strong pull on my right hand and before i could proceed the situation, i was swirling back and crashed in a familiar body. My heart never felt this scared before it was going to come out of my chest any minute and run off.

I shot my head my up sending daggers to the culprit of my frightened heart. But again before i could speak he grasped my chin bring his face dangerously close to mine, " you don't walk out on me. don't forget who am i." he smoothly whispered in my ears.

If i tell what i was felling was fright, it's wrong because all i felt was

embarrassment and anger. All the staff members and some guest present there were giving us weird look and whispering with each other.

I pushed him hard, making him stumble back.

"i think you forgot something here Mr. Romano i'm not your employee or maid. i'm you wife. Remember this very clearly i'm not someone who would tolerate this wild behaviour of yours. Got it." he better understand this i can tolerate anything but not disrespect.

i turned around to leave.

Chris grabbed my hands but contrary to his previous actions he was gentle this time. " i'm sorry. i'll not do it again. promise." he kissed my hands giving me an apologetic look.

Well if he knows what he did wrong there is no need to be upset anymore.

"Never-mind let's go or we're going to be late."

"but i don't want to go to the catacombs. I heard it's haunted." there we go again, i thought as i took a glance at my pouting husband.

"we're going and it's final."

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apart from slight argument here and there the day went by peacefully, we visited several places walked hand on the streets of Paris. We did shopping and many more fun thing.

After spending a whole day with Chris, i came to know a lot of thing about him which i did not know before like he have phobia of lifts. He refused to set his foot any of the lifts. He took stairs and i took lift. I don't know how it works for him since he had to attend several events and meetings held in big sky scrapers.

And one more thing he just really really hate cold food, no, it would be better to say he loves having it super hot, when a normal person would burn his tongue. It was quite a scene to see him gobbling down his food the moment it arrived and was furious when they served slightly heated food.

However he's also very caring he took good care og me throughout he day and yes he even agreed to visit the catacombs.

It was a bad idea. When i was going through the internet pics it was not that bad i fact it looked quite interesting to me but looking at all those skulls and bones in real life was terrifying. I was uncomfortable all the time, however my dear husband was having great fun teasing me. What can i do it was my fault in the first place.

" Ella. Here."

I grabbed the popcorn bowl from his hands. " thank you."

right now we're back in our suit. Having ice cream and watching netflix. Our taste mismatches drastically. It was hell deciding which one to pic. Chris is a fan of horror and i can't stand it, not now after visiting that decorated caves of dead. So we decided to have a contest in rock paper scissor and guess what who won.

"Aaaaaghhhhhhh." i hid my face under the blanket. You guessed it right, i lost it. And this moron sitting beside me decide to play this horrendous movie where after every second a ghost or half dead zombies suddenly pop out or someones body part is brutally dismembered and don't even ask about the sound effects, it's hell.

Chris on the other hand is enjoying himself, he was laughing at me tugging the blanket away from my face. " stop it. Idiot." i shouted at him snatching away my shield aka blanket.

He just laughed, grinning at me. " it's nothing Ella. I thought you liked ghosts since you were so excited to visit the catacombs."

i stared at bewildered, now i get it why he recommended watching a movie instead of going out for a french dinner, he planned it all to take his revenge on me.

He is nothing but a manipulative and controlling jerk.

"Ella look."

I mistakenly glanced at the TV screen and was greeted by rotten corpse hanging up, by the ceiling. Holy sh*t.

"I had enough of this movie. Good night." that's it, my poor heart can't take it anymore.

My mission escape was stopped by a goading Chris," I knew it, you were a scared y cat. Hiding away from something like this which is not even real."he provoked me.

I stood in front of him crossing my hand under my breast, bending half. " I'm not falling for your provocation, sweetheart." i whispered slowly.

He gulped down visibly not meeting my eyes. Why is he suddenly acting nervous?

My question was answered when i found his eyes focused on my cleavage.

Ah!! looks like someone is horny. A smirk formed at the corner of my lips.

I flopped down on the sofa beside him making sure to be as close to him as possible, " But what you're saying is wrong. I' m not scared. let's watch it together till the END" I'm so going to give you blue balls tonight. You dared to play with me, Gabrielle Russo.

you're so dead Chris Romano.

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