Changing into the night clothes, my eyes fell on the mirror. My face pale, eyes as pale as dead. They had lost the life in them.

Just when I was about to step out, his words rang in my mind,

"The only person who can touch you or fuck you is me."

He will be in the very same room, in the very same bed with me. What if he tries something? Just because he stopped last night doesn't mean he will stop today.

With all these thoughts in my mind, I got out and saw him on the bed. He was still in his suit.

Is she trying to seduce me with her looks or what?! Cause if she is, then it is working better than anything else right now!!

I got up and hurried into the bathroom. She doesn't need to know about my junior being excited at the mere sight of her. Taking a cold bath I got out and found my wife in the couch, reading.

"Get in the bed, Violet."

Coming out of the closet, I found her in one side of the bed with the cover fully wrapped around her.

When I looked into her eyes, all I could see was fear. She whimpered silently when I got closer to the bed.

As I was not wearing anything except my night pants, she might have gotten the wrong idea. I put on a t-shirt fast and went to sleep on bed.

She moved a little further away from me but didn't say anything. Taking another cover, I put off the lights.

A few minutes later, I sensed her breathing getting normal.

I wanted to hold her. I wanted to have her in my arms, in my embrace.

After having a battle with my inner self for a few minutes, I looked at her. Her back was facing me.

I got closer and hugged her from behind but what surprised me the most was she turned in her sleep and snuggled her face into the warmth of my chest more.

God, I won't be able to control myself if she continues to smell this good. Her hair was so soft and smooth, I loved running my hands through them.

With her in my embrace, I fell into the best sleep, I have ever had in my life.

Waking up, Violet found herself snuggled into his chest. She tried to get out but every time she moved, his hold on her waist got tighter.

'Awesomee... could it get any better??' Violet scoffed in her mind.

After contemplating for a few minutes, she decided to wake him up.

"Damian ....Damian get up. We have office today." her voice quivering in anticipation of his reaction.

His eyes shot open but he didn't let go.

"I need to get up. So do you." she was trying not to get him angry but the fear inside her wasn't making the whole thing easy.

He let go of her and she ran into the washroom.

Her morning voice, it was inviting me to take her just then and there.

But I came back to my senses when she ran off to the bathroom.

'Get a hold on yourself Damian. You can't ruin the years you spent waiting for her to be yours.'

I took my things and got ready in one of the guest rooms. Walking downstairs, I found my father reading the newspaper as usual.

"Hi dad." I greeted him.

"Hey son. You look happy today. Anything special?" he asked in a amused voice.

Who would believe this man here is one of the most feared mafia??

"Nothing special. Where's Charlotte?"

"In her room, sleeping. We came home quite late last night."

"I see." I took a seat beside him.

We did some business talk but it all came to an abrupt halt the moment we both saw my wife descending from the stairs.

How does she manage to look so professional and elegant at the same time? All the men in my office are gonna stare at her today. And those sexy legs. How great it would feel to have them wrapped around..

" Morning, Sir" she greeted my father breaking me from my imagination.

"Morning, my daughter. Call me Damon, will you?"

"Of course, Damon."

"So, how's married life going?" father inquired.

She looked at me and then again at him.

"Everything's fine, I guess." She seemed so unsure, even a five year old could catch her lie.

"See you later." She left for the kitchen.

I glimpsed at my father and he was giving me a hard glare.

"What did you do now, son?" his stern voice demanding an answer. An answer I was too ashamed to give.

"Nothing, father? " That came out more like a question.

"She is terrified of you. You must have said or done something for her to behave like this. Now again, what did you do?"

The way he questioned, I was sure he knew about yesterday's little incident. But I decided to deny it.

" I already told you. I didn't do anything."

He sighed as he said

"Didn't you threaten to rape her yesterday, son. You still have the guts to lie to me? Your own father?"

"She is nothing exceptional. I am sure she only married me for my money and name. Why should I let her live peacefully?" I was now losing my patience.

"You are an idiot, son."

"What??"

"You are an idiot." He repeated like it was the most common thing in the world.

"But why? I have only stated the truth." I defended myself.

"Are you seriously asking me this question? It was you who threatened her with a gun on her family. And here you are accusing her of being greedy." I only stared at him.

With a sigh, he shook his head,

"Your wife is young. Only 24 years of old to be exact. Instead of taking care of her, you threatened to rape her. No wonder the poor girl is terrified to even look into your eyes properly. And what makes you think that she is after your money or fame? Not every girl is Helena. You can't hate her for something she didn't do."

I didn't even know how to respond to it.

"I am going out of city to meet some old friends. Take care of my girls." With that he left.