Finally, we were alone. And this time we would have an actual conversation, like husband and wife.
Our wedding reception had just finished down the stairs some minutes ago, and the guests... well, they were the very least on my mind right now.

He wasn't wrong, though.

When he said those things to me, that was when everything kind of clicked, and the memories just came flooding into my mind like a gushing river that just broke a dam. I was such an irresponsible teenager back then.
 Gosh!Who would have thought I would be sitting on the bed of skinny old Ramen now glowed up into the handsome, breath-taking Reiss Sukuna?

What in the world happened to him? Why didn't he show up next semester after what happened? Thinking back on it, I wouldn't have returned; I was rude and selfish to him; I was the definition of wicked, and I regret all of that, but the problem is...

Has he forgiven me? He would, right? 11 years is a long time, if you ask me, and we were just being silly, that's all. He must have forgotten all about it by now. But what if he hasn't forgotten about me? What if his marrying me was for the sole purpose of exerting his revenge on me? What if he's the abusive type? Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
Maybe I'm just being paranoid; he doesn't hate me; he totally doesn't.

"Uhm... Reiss," I said when I heard the bathroom door open.

"I think we need to talk," I said before turning around to face him, and holy sh*t did I regret it instantly.

He had no clothes on! NO CLOTHES!!!

Just a tiny towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, silently begging to just drop to the ground.
He was still dripping wet with his jet black hair tied in a cute bun, but this man...

This man was the opposite of cute; he was dangerous, sexy, and unconsciously making my you know what throb with his chiselled chest. Those arms he flexed as he proceeded to untie his bun, I could almost see his length, and Damn, I wanted him inside me. The image of being taken at every corner of this room is setting my whole body on fire.
And those ocean eyes—what they were doing to me. The way those fierce blue eyes were roaming around my body as if they could literally pull my night gown off—the things I want him to do to me

"About what?" His voice echoed in the room, bringing me back from my naughty thoughts. I got up.

"Oh! Uhm… About what you said earlier, during our dance?" I am totally trembling inside. For one, I am feeling a warm sensation in between my legs, and for two, I think he hasn't forgotten what happened 11 years ago.

"Could it wait till after?" He huffs as he takes two steps towards me in an instant, sending my heart into a spiral.

"I don't think so," I finally say, trying to steady my breathing, but it's so hard to breathe when he's so close to me!
He stares me down for a moment before he utters

"Go on," and then he moves aside and walks towards the dressers.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I try to figure out what next to say.

"Listen… About that year, I'm terribly sorry for what I did to you; I was callous and wrong.

"You were much worse than that," he interrupted as he stood right in front of me, our noses almost touching.
Under his intense gaze, I felt weak, like my legs were soon going to give up on me. Nobody needed to tell me he was angry; I could see it in his eyes, but I'm mentally trying to debate if I should stand my ground or quiver since I'm the one in the wrong here.

"But here I am, trying to apologise for my shortcomings," I defended.

"Just shut it. Your apology is worthless to me. I don't want to talk about it, so I suggest you drop this topic," he reprimanded before walking off to put on a pair of boxers and a top.

"But if we don't talk about it, then how are we supposed to get along as husband and wife?"
His head quickly snapped in my direction before rolling his eyes at me.

"Oh no, you wouldn't. Don't you dare act as though I am enjoying myself."

"You aren't?" he said in a mocking tone as he raised a brow.

His tone made my anger surge from the deep depths where I had buried it:

 "I have had enough! There have been emotional rollercoasters since this whole week started!
My sister ran away, my boyfriend broke up with me, and I don't trust my parents anymore. I end up in an unhappy marriage with someone I could never love! Tell me what more could happen to a girl in under one week, huh?"

"All I just wanted was a simple, normal life." I said this after calming myself down. The deed has already been done; I just don't want to be seen as a gold digger or as though this was the perfect life I pictured for myself. But I guess in this life, not all of us can always be happy.
"So please… Let me just apologise for what happened and then try to

"You could never love me? Are you sure about that?" His raspy voice interrupted.

So out of everything I said, that was what caught his attention?
I guess he's as stubborn as ever. I'll just proceed with my apology.

"Reiss, I'd like to apologise."

"Stop that!" he hissed as he walked towards me.

"If what I did caused you any trauma or made you doubt yourself, I am truly sorry."

"I said stop talking," he mutters.

"Then tell me why!"

"Stop talking or else!" he bellowed.

And I couldn't help but challenge him.
"OR ELSE WHAT?"

He was right in front of me, our gazes firmly fixed on each other, his lashes almost touching my cheek.
"I will throw you on that bed, rip that tiny gown off you like I was unwrapping my wedding gift, and f*ck you so hard you'd be too sore for days."
...
Oh my…
I couldn't help but flush at that statement.
"You're joking," I managed to say.
"Try me, Freya. Just say another word."