"Wow. It's beautiful." I walked into the room and he smiled.

"Come." He grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a door where the walk in closet was.

"Holy shit! This has to be at least half a million dollars worth of shit." Dresses and heels and jewelry.

"I heard you don't like purses so I refrained." He mumbled.

"I don't like them at all." I laughed.

I loved my little tiny handbag I had, that was all.

"These are casual clothes which I got a lot of because that's your usual wardrobe, pajamas, swimsuits because my basement is an indoor pool and I'm not sure if you like swimming. Socks, undergarments..." He continued, showing me everything.

Even hair and skin products in the bathroom, bobby-pins and endless hair ties, silk robes, how the knob on my shower works because it was weird.

"Thank you." I smiled and he looked proud.

"You're welcome."

"No I'm not kidding, I really appreciate all of this." I nodded and he looked down slightly, avoiding my eyes as me looked along my room.

"I'm glad." He smiled.

"One favor? Or two?" I asked.

"Dress?"

"And shoes."

"Done." He knelt down then and there, undoing my shoes and sliding my feet out of them.

He stood, undoing my skirt and top.

"Thank you." I nodded.

"I'll see you in the morning." He shut my door.

I squealed like a girl, taking my clothes to the boujee hamper, grabbing a silk nightie that literally gave me princess vibes.

I walked to the bathroom, getting ready to shower and literally bring back out the inner hot girl I got rid of at 18.

I giggled, getting out of the shower as I put in my leave-in conditioner and spoolied out my lashes.

I put on moisturizer and put my vanilla lotion all over my body.

I put on the silk pajama set, walking out of the room and downstairs, looking for the kitchen but I found him sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"You good?" He asked, not even needing to look back to know I was there.

"Water?" I asked.

"Turn around and take the left instead of the right." He told me.

"Thank you." I turned, moving the other way, finding the gorgeous kitchen.

It was modern and dark as the whole house was and it felt empowering to be here.

I felt right. My body was at its happy medium.

People always said money doesn't buy happiness but I disagree.

Why do you think homeless people smile so much when they get a dollar?

Money doesn't buy a persons kindness or personal satisfaction.

And I know that, but as of now, I was very happy.

I groaned, going through the third cupboard with no cups.

"Struggling?" He walked in and I frowned.

"A bit." I nodded and he moved around the island, getting a metal water bottle for me.

"Thank you. Aren't you gonna sleep?" I asked as he was still in the clothes he'd been wearing.

"I am. I'm only human." He shrugged.

"What?" I squinted, his face hesitant.

"Nothing." He chuckled.

"Can't sleep?" I asked.

"Chronic insomnia." He nodded, looking at the lights above us.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked and he smiled.

"You hungry? You haven't eaten." He noticed.

"I can make something." I nodded.

"You cook?"

"All the time." I smiled.

"Alright, you don't have to-"

"You're hungry. That's why you asked. You were trying to see if I was so it could give you a reason to eat right now. It's called deflecting. I'll make something, you should shower, you smell like beer and old man cologne." I icked.

"That's the meanest thing you've ever said to me." He frowned.

"I'll mean it until it's off you." I moved past him to get water.

"I'll be quick." He walked out and I searched through every possible place in here, getting familiar with the place I live now.

I grabbed a giant pot, filling it half way with water as I placed it on the stove, putting salt in the water before leaving it to boil.

I searched the giant fridge and pantry, grabbing the cheese filled Tortellini and some pesto.

I grabbed the cheese shredder and block of mozzarella, bringing out the butter to be prepared when it's done because tortellini is so quick to cook.

I gasped seeing he had an Alexa.

"Hey Alexa!" I said.

"Play 505 by Arctic Monkeys." I smiled when it began.

My teenage song. I was a teenage dirtbag in the most barbieish way.

I smiled, humming the song as it began.

I put the pasta in the boiling water, searching for the strainer as I put it in the sink, waiting and dancing.

I smiled when Reid spotted me, not embarrassed as I kept dancing.

This was my shit.

I hummed the low guitar part before the beat would drop.

He just laughed as I belted the lyrics until the song ended.

"I should charge you." I shook my head and he walked over.

"Don't do that, that would be rude." He pouted, standing behind me as I checked on the tortellini.

I moved, pouring it into the strainer before setting the hot pot back on the stove.

I drained the water completely as I put it back in the pot, some butter, pesto, with a ton of shredded mozzarella.

"Let's watch a movie while we eat. You don't have to if you're tired." He quickly considered the time.

"Don't you work tomorrow?" I asked.

"Eh. A few meetings. I'm a CEO but I usually only go into office for a few hours a week. I have other people running it. Most of my shit's just my men and other people." He shrugged.

"You don't like being called mafia? You seem to avoid it." I observed.

"No it's just weird telling someone that I haven't known for years that. I'll get over it." He shrugged.

I handed him a bowl, leaning against the counter as I forked some pasta into my mouth.

"What's my role? What do I do around here?" I asked.

"Anything you want. You can stay here, you could come with me. It's up to you." He shrugged.

"Are there times where I shouldn't go? I wanna know my boundaries even if it involves living here. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I told him and he smiled, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"You are very easy to work with, I trust you won't snoop through my stuff and even if you did I wouldn't care. At this point, there's nothing in this house you wouldn't be shocked about. You'll find guns and knives through the whole house, a few safes. I beat people for a living and sometimes they die. I go to meetings and that's when I have to be rude. You could attend any of it I truly don't care." He nodded.

"I feel bad though. I don't know." I frowned.

"Do you have boundaries?" He asked.

"No."

"Okay then. I see no problems." He ate more.

"Well, what do you have to do for this week then?" I asked.

"Tomorrow I have a breakfast with your father for the co-sign. Then at 4 I have to make an appearance at my bar." He thought for a while.

"Do you own the White Lotus shit?" I asked.

"Why do you say shit after it?" He frowned.

"Why is that the name?" I asked.

He smiled.

"Because why not?"

"It's weird."

"I'm flattered." He smirked.

"I thought big mafia bosses always sent people to do their dirty work." I set my bowl in the sink when I finished.

"Sure. But when I hurt someone it's because they stole from me or because I want too and now I have a new factor." He pointed at me with his fork.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Victoria, regardless of our personal situation you're my wife, I respect you and I don't want anything bad happening to you. I really didn't like when that man undid your clasps on your top. It made me angry. And now that people know I have a wife they're gonna insult you and bash your name and that's one that I adore." He turned, putting his bowl in the sink.

"But is it really a reason to take a life?" I asked and he looked at me with a blank face.

"Okay then." I nodded.

He stepped towards me, grabbing my left hand as he looked at the ring.

"This is going a lot better than I thought it would. I like your presence, I like who you are, I genuinely enjoy being around you. So if you ever want to come somewhere with me, you have every right to go. But one non-negotiable is my attitude towards the people who work for me. I know you don't like that I'm an ass but I am one. It's not changing because I have a ring on my finger. Capish?" He looked down at me and I looked at his hands holding my single one.

"I know. That mainly applied to the way you are toward me." I mumbled.

"Toward you?" He asked.

"Yeah, I don't want you to treat me different in front of other people because of the way you are toward them. That's a very big red flag for me." I leaned against the countertop, giving it my weight.

He smiled.

"I am a douche, but I'm not two faced Victoria. I can vow to you that the way I am toward you will remain the same." He raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure? The way you are with me right now can be consistent even in front of people you dislike or have a need to feel superior towards?" I doubted it.

"Yes."

"Would you be offended if I say actions speak louder than words?" I whispered and a small smile came onto his face, I watched as he swallowed, his tattoo moving with his adams apple.

"Never."

"And would you be hurt if I told you I was exhausted so I'm not sure about the movie thing?" I smiled.

"Not at all." He brought my hand to his mouth, his lips rubbing along my hand before he kissed the diamond on my finger.

"Goodnight Reid."

"Goodnight love." He let me go.