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Episode 2

Episode 2

This morning wasn't grey but by soothing lavender and brilliant amber. The colors merged into neon pink and peach. I wasn't an early bird and the shouting of Luciano wasn't a good alarm clock either.

"What the fuck do you want?" I hissed as the sleep was slowly fading away from my eyes. Irritated, I sat up in the bed and rubbed my eyes groggily.

"Why are you sleeping on my bed?"

My eyes widened as I looked at him. "What do you mean by your bed? It's mine too, I have married you yesterday, remember?"

"But we had this conversation, you are not my wife, " he groaned from the other side of the bed.

I turned my head towards the devil and saw him lying beside me with a frown on his face. His bed hair was sexy, and it was the truth but his personality seriously turned me off like geezer on a hot scorching day and it was the truth as well.

"I'm still legally married to you and I have the right over everything you own, " I smirked. Although I have no interest in his money and wealth, I had this sick satisfaction of watching him grunt before waking up completely himself.

"Fuck you, " he retorted as he threw the blanket which was magically placed over us and got up from the bed, ready to go to the bathroom but before he could I sprinted towards the bathroom and reached it before he could slam the door again.

"Oh, won't you like it?" I teased him and saw his face turned into red in anger as I slammed the door shut and let out a sigh in relief.

"Will you like some tea, sweetheart?" Mrs. Rossi asked kindly as soon as I entered the dining room of this huge mansion that they called home.

She was sitting in one of the chairs in the dining room while sipping her tea. She looked sophisticated but also very kind, a rare combination that was rare to witness nowadays.

I shook my head politely as I took a seat next to her. "No, Mrs. Rossi, though if you want something, I can make you something for breakfast."

Her face held a small frown as soon as I offered her breakfast. "When are you going to stop calling me Mrs. Rossi, Alice? You are now married to my son."

The son who was most likely fucking some other lady just after his wedding. I snickered internally.

I, of course, didn't say that out loud. Luciano was missing when I finished off my morning routines, and I didn't search for him because that would make me look desperate which would give him another chance to irritate me.

"I'm sorry, Ma, it's just out of habit." I apologized but she just smiled at me.

"Where is Luciano?" She asked as she looked for her son.

If only, she knew.

"He is most probably taking a shower, " I lied, she looked at me, concerned

"He is treating you right, right?"

The problem was, he was treating me right. He never did something to hurt me or offend me other than declaring how unimportant I was. And it was not offensive honestly, I knew my value in his life is negligible just like his value in mine.

"He is treating me perfectly fine Ma, " I assured her.

"Good, good. If not, I would give him a good spanking, " she announced and I found myself imagining the big old Luciano getting a spanking from her mother.

I chuckled. "Although he is treating me right, I won't mind you doing that."

She laughed. "I knew that I chose the right partner for my son."