Vaggie hated every second of her life right now.
The idea of being Valentinos, "wife" disgusted her to the highest degree.
If she had her way, Valentino would lose all his hands as soon as he touched her.
Of course that wasn't how it went.
After they made their deal, he pulled her out of the room, yes she said pulled not lead, pulled.
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled out of the room, not giving her a say or even an explanation of where he was taking her.
As they got out of the room, and into the hallway, it was clear they were at the porn studio.
Vaggie really wasn't that surprised, it was his building and Vaggie wasn't familiar with it enough to make some grand escape.
Still with a word as Valentino did was drag her through the several hallways and up a few stair, on the way passing several open rooms where orgys, photoshoots and god knows what was happening.
Vaggie was never more disgusted. God forbid, how does someone live in a place like this?
After being dragged up another flight of stairs Vaggie finally getting fed up with this,
"Where are you taking me!?" She huffed.
No response.
Asshole.
Finally he opened one of the only closed door in the entire building that she saw.
The room he dragged her into was even more dimly lit than the rest of the building, it seemed to be an elaborate living room with black marble floors, overly long and poofy couches, a big tv, the walls and floors having odd lashy decor.
Honestly it was nice if a little tacky and basic.
A few girl demons were sitting on the couches wearing closer to what basically lingerie than proper clothes, Valentino snapped his fingers at them and they all sat up alert,
"Scram." He said pointing to the door.
They all obeyed giving girlish giggles and playful winks at Val, then giving smug smirks and glares at Vaggie.
Probably thought of her being his new favorite whore or play thing, but unfortunately she got even worse than that, she got to he his wife.
Valentino shut then locked the door, before turning to face Vaggie.
Vaggie just glared at him, "Mind telling me where we are?"
"This is my living area," Valentino explained, "Or I guess our living area now." He chuckled.
Vaggie almost gagged, god just the idea of living with him was gross.
"Now. First things first, we'll need to set up some rules," he said walking over and taking a seat on one of the couches, motioning for her to take a seat next to him.
Vaggie glared and in blatant defiance, sat across from him. "Marriages don't have rules."
Valentino seemed amused, though it was hard to tell, be leaned over his grin widening. "Mine they do and sense I proposed I get to set the rules."
Vaggie internally groaned but didn't say anything.
"Now first rule, no phone." Valentino said, "If you wish to contact anyone you will talk to me and I might give my approval and thus might allow it."
"What am I? A child?" Vaggie asked annoyed.
Valentino ignored her and continued, "Rule number two, you can't leave without my permission or unless I'm with you. And you have to tell where your going, why, and when you'll be back to get my approval."
Vaggie clenched her fist, she really was being treated like a fucking kid wasn't she? God the next eternity with this asshole would he stuck in this shitty place having to deal with him.
Forget the rest of the place! This was the TRUE hell.
"Rule number three, you can see other people but only as long as you keep it private. No word getting out to the public, if it does then you have broken our deal." He explained, "Rule number four, no letting our deal be public knowledge, understand? As far as everyone else is concerned you are my loving, loyal and happy fiancee."
Vaggie listened, looking bored but nodding along but she did straighten up a bit and asked a question, "Fiancee? So we aren't technically married yet?"
Valentino chuckled, "Oh no. We'll need to gain attention and build up to the wedding. Oooooh yes, I can just imagine the press now."
Vaggie huffed, "Alright so, when is this wedding?"
"A month from now." Valentino informed, "Might change depending if business gets out of hand but trust me it's unlikely that it'll get postponed by much."
Vaggie sighed, one month, great. Then she can call this ten foot tall creep her husband.
She hated life so much.
"Anything else?" Vaggie asked, annoyed, laying back and sinking into the couch a bit.
"That's all my rules for now, but I might add more." Valentino chuckled, "Oh. But there is one thing you might need to know?"
Vaggie raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
Valentinos grin somehow managed to look even smuger, "In order for our marriage to be legitimate, well, how should I say this? We'll need to...consummate."
Vaggie frowned in confusion for a second before a realization hit her, "You don't mean-"
Valentino laughed, "Oh that's exactly what I mean," the fucker seemes delighted by the very notion, "Sorry little butterfly but we'll need to fuck in order to follow through with our deal."
Vaggie gagged, actually gagged, hell for a second it looked like she would actually throw up, "Ewww!" She whined out.
Now honestly, Valentino was taken off a bit by this reaction. Yes, he expected some form of anger or annoyance but no woman or man showed pure disgust at the idea of sleeping with him.
Frankly he was a little offended.
"C'mon now, stop being dramatic, it's not that bad." He said, "Daddy knows how to take good care of his girls."
Vaggie gagged even more, "I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man, hell, last person in the universe!"
"Oh you'll have to I'm afraid." Valentino chuckled, "Though worry though, you have a month to warm up to the idea and I'll make it enjoyable for you." He said, voice as sultry as always, "But if you want to get it over with we could glady-"
"Don't even finish that sentance." Vaggie huffed, "God I don't even wanna think about that." She mumbled though more to herself.
Valentino hummed before finally speaking up, "It's a wonder why you're so against this, maybe the rumors are true and you are a dyke."
Vaggie groaned, was he calling her that to get on her nerves or was he really aganist lesbians? Did it matter?
"No. I prefer girls but I do like boys, just not boys like you." Vaggie scowled,
Valentino hummed, "Oh, but I'm no boy, I'm a man and maybe, that's what you need."
Vaggie rolled her eyes, "Please."
Valentino chuckled, "Oh I think I'll prove my point sooner or later," he said before pulling out his phone, checking the time. "But we need to get ready."
Vaggie frowned, "Ready for what?"
"I need to show off my beautiful fiancee at the party tonight, don't I?" Valentino snickered, "And you need to look presentable."
"Ah, well shit." Vaggie began sarcastically, "I forgot to pack all my dresses when I got kidnapped, oh well, guess I'll have to go like this."
"Oh don't worry about that," Valentino began, "I have plenty of girls who be willing to lend their clothes. With their help you'll knock the crowd off their feet." He said his eyes looking over her figure.
Vaggie visibly shuttered, the sick fuck was probably imaging her all types of slutty outfits that his whores wore.
"You think they'll have anything that will fit me? Or anything I'll like?" Vaggie asked in defiance.
"What you like is of no importance but I'm sure of my girls has something that can fit you, but I'm sure that if its a little tight it'll be an improvement." He chuckled.
Vaggie wanted to slap him but kept her self control, besides, she would have to stand on a chair, maybe two to really reach his face.
Valentino took her silence as a form of accomplishment before picking up his phone and calling someone, after a few moments, he hanged up and looked at Vaggie.
"They'll be here soon. Behave now, my girls will let me know if anything is off." Valentino said before leaving the room.
Vaggie immediately looked at the window.
She wondered that if she ran at it, full force, would she crash through it then land on the ground then end up in double hell.
That be nice. Real nice.
Vaggie proceeded to walk over to the window, before placing her forehead aganist the glass and letting out a long sigh
She hated her life so much right now.