Page 29 of Vicious Union

“It’s time, Caterina.”

Her eyes widen, and she quickly nods. “Ok. Let me just go … brush my teeth. I think I might have thrown up a little in my mouth.”

I grimace. “Let’s just go.” I take her hand and guide her out of the ballroom. We get a few whoops and hollers as we go. Everyone knows what happens on a wedding night.

Except I’m not going to fuck Caterina while she’s drunk. For one thing, it wouldn’t be right. And two, I hate how she’s acting. Sure, I hate how she acts even when she’s not drunk, but her annoying personality traits are ramped up to eleven when she’s drunk.

She stumbles around as we enter the elevator and go upstairs. Her giggles fill up the hallway and don’t stop even after we enter our suite for the evening.

In fact, she doesn’t stop laughing even as she flops down onto the bed and stares up at me with lusty eyes. “Aren’t you going to make me a woman tonight, Emilio?”

I scoff. “You’re already a woman, Caterina, which is why I hate how you’re acting.”

“How am I acting?”

“Like a fucking fool.”

She pouts. “How?”

“You’re drunk,” I remind her.

“I’m not drunk.” She stands up and immediately falls down and lands on her ass. Then she proceeds to laugh hysterically.

I shake my head and sigh. “You’re drunk. A woman shouldn’t act like that.”

“Oh, but a man can?”

“No, I didn’t say that. You don’t see me acting like that. It’s about our reputation. Our appearance. The more respectable we look, the more people take us seriously. It’s something you could learn. I want a mature wife. Not … whatever this is.”

She’s now rolled onto her stomach but is still laughing like a crazy monkey. “Ok. You want a mature wife, but you don’t want a wife who’s had sex before. Got it.” She pauses. “No, actually. I don’t get it. I don’t understand, Emilio. That doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s not sex. It’s about how you act in public. I want you to be mature. What I don’t want is for you to run off to some club and flirt with men who aren’t me.”

She squints at me as she pushes herself to a seated position. “So, you’re jealous.” It’s not a question. “That’s it.”

“I’m not jealous,” I respond, crossing my arms.

“No, I think you are.” She gets up and stumbles over to me. I have to catch her from falling back down. “You want me just for yourself, isn’t that right, husband?” She grips my tie and stares up at me with dark eyes. “Well, if you want me, I’m right here.” She closes her eyes and puckers her lips.

It’s tempting. I’m very attracted to Caterina. But her personality repels me.

And there’s no way I’m taking advantage of her when she’s drunk, no matter how much she fucking vexes me.

“No,” I say.

She opens her eyes and frowns. “No? But it’s our wedding night. Aren’t we supposed to have sex? Fuck?” She laughs even harder. “Did I just say fuck? Fuck!” She laughs so hard she stumbles backward and lands on the bed, which only makes her laugh even more.

“Goodnight, Caterina.”

“What? I’m wide awake.”

“You’re drunk. You’re not going to be awake for long.”

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and slumps back onto the bed. Within seconds, she’s out like a light.

I shake my head and chuckle, then stop. Why am I laughing? I don’t think Caterina’s antics are cute in any way shape or form.

I help slip her under the covers after taking her shoes off. I don’t bother removing her wedding dress. If I did, Caterina would only call me a creep and judge me for it. I change into sweatpants and no shirt, then I get into the bed.

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