Mafia Marriage

Chapter 1

As I arrived home, the driver got out quickly and opened my door. I smiled up and thanked him. Then I began walking towards the entrance but froze when I got to the highest step. I stared at the door and sighed knowing I had to go in but choosing to waste as much time as possible. My driver, Jason, had told me that daddy dearest was home and I was honestly not looking forward to seeing him. 

Walking inside there was a disgusting scene right in front of me. There was a barbie-looking girl sitting on my father's lap kissing his neck and rubbing her hand right in between his legs. Did I mention that they were both moaning? And to think I left school as soon as possible. After school programs didn't sound so bad now. You know what did sound terrible? Hearing my father moaning. 

Speaking of father, he turned to face me in a nonchalant manner and said "We have visitors today. You better look. . .  presentable if possible. Understood?", I rolled my eyes as soon as he turned back to the girl and nodded even though he wasn't looking at me anymore. 

Grrreaaatttt. Woohoo visitors! Sound exciting. Someone shoot me. 

"What in the fuck am I supposed to wear?", I asked to no one in particular. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and without looking or asking who it was I muttered a, "Come in". 

Natalie one of the maids walked in and smiled at me.  "Mr. Roselli told me you had to wear this dress Miss Jennifer". 

"Natalie I told you to call me Jennifer or Jenny please, and thank you for bringing the dress", I said smiling as I grabbed the dress from her hands. 

 She smiled back and nodded, then walked out while closing the door quietly. I walked to the bathroom and changed into the ruby colored dress, it was too sparkly for my taste but it'll have to do. 

The dress was way too short as well and I'm sure that was the point. I understood why my father wanted me to wear it, he wanted me to dress provocatively. 

 "I bet some disgusting old man is gonna come, that's why I'm supposed to look like a prostitute", I said loudly hoping he'd hear and I would at least annoy him

I thought about putting on another dress but knew my so called father would kill me if I wore anything else. After a while I heard another knock.

"It's open", was my only answer. Then my dad's barbie-doll walked in.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Yeah I know what everyone is thinking. I realize I'm acting like an immature little teenager but come on. They do this all the time. They try to get close to me hoping that my father see's how good they are with his daughter and he'll choose to be with them. For some reason they think that plan will work. The woman looked at me in an awkward apologetic manner which made me regret what I had done, but hey what's done is done.

"Your dad told me to get you ready for the visitors", she said. I nodded and sat on a chair while she went about fixing me up. After another hour or so she finished and I got up and walked to the mirror to look at myself. I gasped and she just laughed.

"You shouldn't be surprised you're naturally beautiful", she told me. I know she's trying to be nice, but if it was natural why did it take an hour to 'fix me up'? Regardless of it being natural or not, I did look good. I don't want to sound conceited but confidence is a good thing.  

"Wow thank you, I look amazing", I said thankfully. Turns out barbie-doll is not that bad. 

I continued acting completely conceited when I heard the doorbell. Why are my thoughts interrupted so damn often? 

But anyways. . . Oh no. That was the doorbell. That meant the visitors were here. 

How wonderful. 

One of the maids came in my room hurriedly but before she could speak I held up my hand. "I will come downstairs in a minute", she nodded and walked out. The visitors must be important, I shouldn't make them wait. Wait maybe I should, while I contemplated taking my time or not the maid came in again. I smiled and before she could tell me to hurry up I started walking towards the staircase. 

As I walked down the stairs I expected to see a pervert old man waiting for me at the bottom. 

Instead though, there in front of me stood the most handsome man I had ever seen. He looked like a Calvin Klein male model but he was fully dressed in a suit. I don't know if the fact that he was fully dressed was good or not. The suit effect is real, but I could tell that without it he was just as handsome. I didn't realize I was awkwardly standing there shamelessly checking him out until someone cleared their throat.

Then I realized how stupid and pathetic I looked and felt my face heat up. I fixed my composure, or at least tried and also tried to act natural but trust me I failed horribly.

Did I always have to make a fool of myself? Was it like a rule?