III

I decided to go try my luck one last time on TV and get a good movie to watch.

"Okay Metflix, what's popular…" I scrolled through the options then finally selected a random film recommended for Luka. I wonder if he ever actually sat down to watch a show. Regardless, my interest was already piqued. I rushed back to the kitchen, grabbed my phone and a bag of chips and settled down.

Fifty-eight minutes and half a bag of chips later, I decided that this movie was pure bullshit, but I was almost done, so I might as well finish what I started. I let it keep playing as I went to the kitchen to cut myself a slice of cake, baked by the Great Larissa.

"And the crowd goes wild wooooh, wooooh," I giggled happily, amused at my foolishness and sliced myself a big ass piece as my mouth watered at the mere sight of it. I took a saucer from the cabinet, put my slice in it, grabbed a fork and went back to the movie.

I'd need a mini fridge in my room. I thought belatedly.

I was done with my first piece of the divine cake and still not done with the movie when I decided to go cut myself an even bigger slice than before. I hadn't even moved far from the couch when the door suddenly banged loudly and an annoying giggle followed right after.

I turned my head to the source of the noise and saw a very tipsy blonde bimbo in a tight red designer dress with her boobs almost popping out and the hem just barely below the butt practically not leaving much to the imagination, who I was willing to bet my life was one of the famous models who pine over Luka all the time, and, would sometimes be spotted in public with. A tipsy Luka came in behind her, shut the door and we locked eyes. As if to poke me even further, he rested his arm on her waist, going lower and lower.

In an instant, I'd lost control of my emotions and rage took over.

I literally saw red, what happened next was out of my control and fueled by the little wine I'd drunk earlier and the one in my cake. Imagine their expressions when a bitch with a shiny face and bunny pyjamas charged at them. I'll give you a hint, it was priceless.

I snatched that bimbo away from him so violently, they were all at a loss for words. Opened the door, and shoved her back outside. I grabbed her purse that had fallen by my feet and hurled it at her, missing her head by a few inches. I banged the door shut and stormed over to Luka. The strong scent of whiskey hit me once I got closer to him.

"Have some decorum Luka," I spat at him and landed a hot slap on his cheek. Just like that, I was pulled back to my senses and I froze. That was not supposed to happen. I watched as his eyes filled with fury, becoming so dark I felt my bravado slim a bit. My brave facade was slimming bit by bit as I struggled to maintain eye contact.

"Fuck, what did I just do?" I groaned mentally.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouted his words, slurring a bit.

"I can't control your behavior nor do I want that burden," I was letting the words out through gritted teeth poking at his chest, hoping that my voice was steady and firm, unlike the turmoil of emotions within. "But I will not tolerate being disrespected like this. I have standards and you better step the fuck up." I continued and stepped back.

The little bone on his jaw ticked and I knew I might have made a horrible mistake.

"What the heck, fuck being the lamb. I was done being treated like I was less than." I thought angrily. The fire within growing.

I watched him storm angrily towards the door but I was one step ahead. I barricaded the way and grabbed onto the door frames. See, he played himself by having his architect build it in this design.

"Move, Larissa." His voice was dangerously low and it sent shivers down my spine. Thinking about it now, he'd never called me by my name. Hearing him utter it evoked a completely different response for my body and I had to clench my thighs.

"Move or the marriage is off." I could see him trying to control his rage.

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes, "as if it could be called off so easily." I challenged him silently, waiting for him to bow his head, tuck in his tail and walk away like the obedient heir he was. Instead, those eyes that were now so dark and showing no emotion pierced through my very being and I looked down first. I hated giving in, but I had lost this one. I still wasn't moving from my stand though. "I'm not letting you go with your damsel in distress tonight Luka." I said with finality in my voice.

As if he'd finally snapped; his hand reached out as if to hit me and my body recoiled out of old habit, he punched the door right above my head and I could feel the reverberations all over. He turned and walked to the stairs, taking them two at a time, and slammed the door shut. My legs a bit shaky, I locked the door, just in case the bimbo decided to break in, and went to the kitchen to get my cake. It was about time for me to go to bed anyway. All this drama and this was just the first day of marriage? Would I really be able to go through with this? I groaned loudly, agitated. Would I be able to overcome it?