me, I know that’s not in the foreseeable future.
Which is fine. I have too much shit on my plate to deal with a needy wife.
She continues to stare at me, not speaking.
“Is there something I can do for you?”
“No.” She turns back around. It’s as if she left the room to see if she could, and now that she knows she can, she is turning back to hide.
“Your breakfast will be served in thirty minutes. Floor two.”
“Okay.” She starts to walk, mumbling, “Tyrant,” under her breath.
“Did you say something, Princess?”
“Nope.
“You sure? ’Cause I could have sworn you did.” I smirk, not letting her off easy.
“I said take a shower, you smell.”
“That’s unfortunate, seeing as one day you are going to lie beneath me and give me heirs.”
“I will give you something much less pleasant if you try forcing yourself on me.” Her voice barely shakes as she threatens me.
“Feisty. I like that.”
“In that case, I’ll stop.” With that, she hurries down the hall, not allowing me to say anything else. It makes me chuckle as I watch as she makes her way into the room. Once she is out of sight, I go to my own. Throwing off my wet clothes, I turn the shower on.
Fifteen minutes later, I head down to the second floor.
My men aren’t here. No one is. I start to eat, expecting Viviana to come.
But she never does. Throwing my napkin down, I storm up the stairs. My fist hitting her door.
I could open it, but that would certainly start shit off on the wrong note. So instead, I’m acting like a crazed lunatic.
The door flies open.
She stands in front of me. Eyes wide. A mix of fear and stubbornness looking back at me.
“Yes.”
“I told you breakfast was being served,” I grit out, annoyed with how she ignored me.
“I’m not hungry.”
“It wasn’t a choice.”
“Well then, you should have led with that. ‘Good Morning, Viviana. Your presence is ordered at the breakfast table.’”
“Viviana. You will get your ass downstairs. Now! We have things to discuss.”
“Jeez. Okay. You don’t have to be a tyrant.”
“Well, it seems I do. Seeing as you have chosen not to listen to me.”
“I didn't know.” She rolls her eyes at me. Anyone else who did that would most likely get shot. But when she does it, it gives me the reverse feelings. I don’t want to shoot her. I want to bend her over and smack her ass instead.
All thoughts I probably shouldn’t be having right now. Especially about my soon-to-be wife.
I turn, telling her I’m done, and she is smart enough to follow me.
Once we are in the dining room again, she sits in the chair across from me.
“What do we need to discuss?” she asks.
“Tomorrow,” I answer, knowing full well she will be confused. And I’m right as she answers.
“Tomorrow?”
“Our wedding.”
Her eyes go wide. It looks like she is trying to process the new information I have thrown at her, and she can’t. “Wait,” she starts and then stops. “What do you mean? You expect me to marry you that soon?”
“I would do it today.” I shrug. “But I have back-to-back meetings, and I have my priorities straight.”
She falls silent, seemingly paralyzed. The only way I know she’s still breathing is by the slight tremor in her hand that sits on top of the table.
“Viviana . . .”
As if pulled out of a hazy fog, she shakes her head, and her eyes focus on me again.
“My cousin Giana will be coming here today to help you with whatever you need. Food will be served shortly.” I stand and start to leave.
“You’re not staying to eat with me?” This time when she speaks, her voice sounds weaker than normal. As if it’s too exhausting for her to pretend to keep her walls up.
“No.”
“But I thought we had things to discuss.”
“I lied.”
“Seriously, Tyrant . . . you have nothing to say to me?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Princess, but I don’t.”
Her mouth opens and shuts, mentally trying to think of a witty reply, but before she can say another word, I’m out the door.
6
Viviana
* * *
He left me.
I stare at the empty chair where Matteo was just sitting.
Before I can stew about it, the door opens, and a woman I’ve never seen before walks in. She doesn’t speak, just places a plate of food in front of me.
“Thank you,” I say, but she still doesn’t answer.
I shrug as my stomach growls.
Just my luck, the first woman, hell, the first person I’ve seen since getting