Living with Vincent is a constant reminder that I can never escape him, never escape this life.
But I promised myself to make his life a living hell and I plan on doing just that.
"It's a little too modern don't you think?" Lucia asks, looking up at Vincent's house. "Men know nothing about decorations, fashion and good houses."
Agreed but Vincent's house is a bit too modern for my taste.
The house stood as a testament to contemporary elegance, a symphony of sleek lines and innovative design.
As I approached, the facade greeted me with its geometric precision—a blend of glass, steel, and clean lines that defined its modern allure.
The exterior, a juxtaposition of natural materials and minimalist architecture, exuded an inviting yet distinctly modern vibe.
Upon entering, the spacious foyer welcomed me with its open layout, an airy expanse that seamlessly merged functionality with style.
Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the interiors in natural light, casting a warm glow across the polished surfaces.
The open-plan living area beckoned, boasting chic furniture and minimalist decor that embraced simplicity without sacrificing sophistication.
The kitchen, a vision of contemporary design, boasted state-of-the-art appliances seamlessly integrated into sleek cabinetry.
A central island, topped with gleaming marble, served as a focal point—a testament to functionality intertwined with aesthetic appeal.
The ambiance of the house, a harmonious blend of form and function, spoke volumes of modernity and comfort entwined in every corner.
I didn't like it.
It look like Kim Kardashian threw up in this house. Im letting Vincent know that if I'm going to be living in this house, there is no way in hell I will he living with this decor.
Absolutely not.
A house like this does not belong in Sicily. A house like this belongs in America. Not Italy. We one of the most beautiful cultures and are known for art and food. And here he is ruining it with this modernist look.
My best friend Natalia spoke up. "Tell me about it." I looked to the side and saw rose walking down the hall.
"Rose." She turns to face me. "Can you get us some drinks when your ready please" I smile at her and she nodded.
"So how is he? Have you fucked him" Lucia grinned as we sat down outside by the pool.
"No and I don't plan on it." I stated, and rose came out with out drinks. I thanked her before we continued our conversation.
"Come on. You have to admit that Vincent is hot." Lucia laughed.
I've been best friends with Lucia since we were five. We met on a trip to Switzerland when our fathers were doing a business deal.
Natalia and I on the other hand have been best friends since we were born. Literally.
Our mothers were best friends.
Before mine left.
And we've all been inseparable since.
Natalia had light brown hair, green eyes, expensive looking face and she had the power to make any man or woman fall in love with her. She's the best sniper I know. She helps me with my missions a lot.
So does Lucia. She's more of a seducer if I ever need to get information on a man she's the one I send.
Lucia has blond hair, brown eyes and killer looks.
Natalia and Lucia just... they know me better than anyone. It's always been us three against the world.
Against everyone, We're like sisters, not related but we'd kill for each other and we'd die for each other.
"Absolutely not." I shake my head sipping my drink. "He is the opposite of hot. He blasts music at four in the morning while he works out." My tone was annoyed because I am.
Blasting music like that at four in the morning.
I need my beauty sleep.
Lucia laughed "What music does he listen to?"
"Tupac and Eminem are the ones I heard the most." I tell them, Natalia laughed.
"I bet you perv on him you little whore." My mouth widens and Lucia smirked.
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The door shuts and I watch as Natalia and Lucia leave.
The foyer crackled with tension as I faced Vincent, his black suit sans blazer and tie adding a touch of rugged sophistication to his commanding presence. His messy yet undeniably attractive hair seemed to add to the aura of controlled chaos he projected.
I release a sigh, "Let me guess your here to ruin my day?" I quipped, a smirk playing on my lips.
His grey eyes fell to the floor. "Don't flatter yourself Elena, I just need to discuss your social calendar." Vincent replied, his tone dry and hinting of annoyance.
I frown, "Social calendar?" I question
"Your friends." I raise a brow. "I don't like them. I don't want them in my house."
A sarcastic laugh escaped my throat. "My social life keeps things interesting. Unlike your uptight personality" I countered, Noticing his lips twitch a bit.
"Interesting is an understatement for the chaos your friends bring." He replied, his tone as dry as his lips.
I step forward, toe-to-toe with him. "Chaos?"
"They left a mess. Do you know how many pool chairs they broke, wine glasses and not to mention they got wine on a painting that has been on this earth since before they were born!" He shouted.
"It's a fucking painting Vincent! Get another one!" I pushed past him, heading for the stairs before I feel his hand grab my arm and pull me back. "Vincent you touch me one more fucking time—"
"They are not to come back here, do you understand?" He demanded in that condescending tone.
"No. I'll do whatever the fuck I want you don't own me." I shove him off of me and head to the stairs again.
I heard his footsteps follow me slow and calculated. "Yes I do. You will be my wife and you will learn to fucking listen to me and behave. Do you get that? Keep up the fucking appearance"
I spin around, my expression blank. "Well there's no one around, Husband." I challenge him.
"And as for owning me, we'll see about that." He shot daggers at me with that stare. If looks could kill...