Arranged To Marry The Enemy (a Mafia story) by Zainab Ajike (books for men to read .TXT) 📗

After wearing it, I checked myself out in the mirror and seriously all my anger and frustration subsided.

Damn! The dress makes sense, like it is so pretty on me and fitting.

At least he chose a dress that fits me.

I went out of the room to our main bedroom.

"Woah!" He exclaimed immediately when he saw me.

"I will take that as a compliment." I smirked at him.

"Let's try another cloth on you." He said.

"I am okay with this dress and why should I change it?" I asked him.

"It looks..." I cut him off.

"Wait! How do you want me to dress? Oh! You want me to wear a long baggy gown that is oversized because I am going to church or you want me to wear a garment because I want to go to a mosque or what? This thing is so frustrating, seriously." I said aggressively.

"But the dress shoes off your curves. Like your shape." He said.

"So who gives the fuck?" I walked over to the dressing mirror and sat down. 

"Start the makeover, the time is running up." I commanded him.

"You shouldn't be showing yourself." He complained as he took the brush and started his work on my face.

"I need to carve out your brows." He said.

"Okay." I said with my eyes closed.

"It is almost done." He said minutes later. I am tired of sitting down. He has been applying cosmetics on my face which I haven't even gotten to see myself in the mirror. He applied the lipstick, I assume when I felt something lingering against my lips.

"And done" he said as he shifted away from me. The first thing I did was to open my eyes and check myself out in the mirror.

This is not me, This is another person. I can't see myself because this is not the Irina I always see everyday.

"Is this me?" I asked both of us not sure if the person to ask. The funny thing is that my first make up was done by my husband and he got it right.

"Let me erase some cosmetics. It is too smoky." He said.

"Leave it, I love it like this." I told him to turn his offer down.

"It looks slutty." He said annoyed.

"You did this yourself so you don't have to be angry at yourself. I am good to go now." I told him.

He brought his hand towards me with a wiper to clean the cosmetics, I smacked his hand and glared at him.

"Stop being childish. You are so childish right now." I told him an annoyed time. Why is he frustrating me tonight?

"Well you think I am childish? But not everyone thinks like that about me. Only those closer to me know that about me."  He said thoughtfully with a bit of seriousness lacing in his voice.

"Tell me something, Mr. Atono. You didn't know you were going to marry such a beautiful lady like me, right? I asked him arrogantly as I smirked at him.

"Well, I didn't expect Aton to have such a beautiful daughter like you." He smirked.

"And that is the reason you shouldn't look down at my father. He is a Greek god himself. Consider yourself lucky to have me as your wife. This kind of beauty is so rare." I said flirting with him.

"You shouldn't be the only one feeling yourself, do you know how many girls want me to make them mine? This isn't pride but I am too handsome. I am a spec, in fact I am more than a spec. You should be lucky you have this handsome man as your husband." He boasted.

"Whatever." I chuckled.

"We should go, we are running late." I told him as I checked myself out again in the mirror.

"We should go when I haven't even dressed up? Let me go and dress up then we will take our leave." He said as he left the room.

I look so smoky tonight. 

Like I am too beautiful tonight. I can't wait to go clubbing!

I love the way I am feeling right now.

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I can't wait to club with them......