It was noon when Roman finally made it out of bed. He had ended up getting his whiskey bottle the night before and emptying it before finally falling asleep. It wasn't like he was an alcoholic. It was everything with North entering his home that made him drink last night. Not that it mattered. If he started drinking everyday, that would be his choice. His word was the only word that mattered inside his house. She was just a long time guest he had to put up with.

He walked out of the bedroom and aimed for the kitchen. He walked in there while scratching his dick through his briefs. For a second he had forgotten he wasn't alone in his house anymore. She was in there, not sure where to move her eyes when she saw him with his hand on his briefs.

"What?" He asked annoyed. "You're gonna see it eventually. We're getting married so you know sex has to come with that deal."

She nodded and looked down. He smirked. She was getting it. She was gonna let him say and do whatever he wanted. She wasn't gonna complain about anything.

"I won't touch you before the wedding. It's not like I ever want to touch you but I know marrying you won't be enough in the long run for my mother. She's gonna want grandchildren. Not that I give a fuck about them myself. I don't give a fuck about you, to be honest. But you're here so I might as well make the best out of it. As long as you can suck dick, we're not gonna have a big problem in the bedroom," he said.

He grabbed her jaw in a tight grip and forced her to look at him.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good," he said. "Don't ever go off them unless I tell you to. You got that?"

She nodded as much as she could in his tight grip.

"Yeah, you got that," he chuckled menacingly.

He spun her around fast and forced her to bend over the countertop. He enjoyed the shocked gasp that came from her. He held her down with his hand on her neck, and grinded his crotch against her ass.

"Maybe I shouldn't wait. Maybe I should test what I'm in for right now," he said.

She held her breath. Of all the things he had been expecting her to either say or do, not breathing was not one of them. For a second he went back to that rainy night where he held a dying woman in his arms that struggled to breathe. It angered him. She wasn't allowed not to breathe. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back up.

"Breathe!" He barked.

She gasped for air and started crying. She did her best to try and keep it down but she failed. He ignored her. Instead he let go of her and sat down at the table.

"Make me some scrambled eggs," he said.

She went to the fridge and took out the eggs. She kept crying as quietly as she could while she started cracking eggs into a bowl.

"Have you seen your dress yet?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
"I haven't seen my outfit either. Mom picked both out. I honestly don't care how either of us look. We just have to get this thing over with," he said.

She took a few deep breaths and slowly turned around to look at him. Her cheeks were still red from the tears that had fallen. It was clear she wanted to ask him something but she wasn't sure if she dared do so.

"What?" He asked.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked.
"Doing what?" He asked.
"Marrying me. You clearly can't stand me. Why don't you find a woman you love to marry instead?" She asked.
"Don't fucking lecture me about love!" He screamed.

She jumped back in fear and hit her lower back into the countertop. He stood up and was in front of her in seconds. He wrapped his hand around her throat but he didn't squeeze. It was all about showing her what he could do if she didn't behave.

"You know nothing about love!" He growled. "True love is for fairytales. Fucking grow up, North. This is reality. This is your life now. Accept it or leave. I don't give a fuck."

He pushed her towards the bowl of eggs again. He sat down and watched her as she made him breakfast. As soon as he was done eating, he was gonna get dressed and leave the house, and he wouldn't be back until late where she hopefully would have gone to bed so he wouldn't have to see her again until the wedding tomorrow.