Chapitre 203: | New Beginnings

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

I righted my tie, checking my reflection in the mirror. The black suit and crisp, white shirt were fine, but I hated the red tie. Vanessa knew I always wore a black tie. Always. But when she started scolding me in Italian, telling me it was a tiny sacrifice on my part since she had to wait so damn long to get married, I gave in. So now I was forced to wear the goddamn red tie.

Anna was wearing red as well. Last night, I made her try it on, and the sight of the red silk hugging her newfound curves turned me into a goddamn animal. It took every ounce of self-control to stop myself from tearing the five-thousand-dollar dress off her body and using the silk to tie her wrists and ankles to my four-poster bed.