“These are guest rooms,” I tell her. “They rarely get used. The primary suite is at the end of the hall, and you’re always welcome there. You don’t have to knock.”
She glances up at me and frowns. “Where is my room, then?”
Opening the door next to mine, I gesture inside, and she walks in.
“This is your private space. Your things were brought over this morning and have been put away. I also hired Lulu’s personal shoppers to fill the closet with anything you could want. If you don’t like anything, we can send it back.”
“You shopped for me?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. “Today?”
“Honestly, no. Lulu and the personal shoppers Rome hires for her did. You didn’t have much, and I thought you should have options.”
She peeks her head in the closet, and a smile tickles her lips. “There’s so much color.”
“I know you usually wear white, so if you don’t like color?—”
“I do.” She swallows hard and glances back at me. “I wasn’t allowed to wear it before.”
She wasn’t allowed.
Christ.
“You can wear whatever you want here. And if what’s in your closet isn’t satisfactory, by all means, take my card and go shopping. I’m sure Lulu and Scarlett would love to join you.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun.”
I nod and shove my hands in my pockets, suddenly nervous that she hates this house and everything in it.
“What are the rules?” she asks, turning to face me. “I know what’s expected of me, but you must have household rules.”
I tip my head to the side, taking her in.Fuck, she’s beautiful. “If you leave the mansion, you take two guards with you. Jack,my number two, will assign a detail to you. I don’t want you leaving without them.”
“Of course,” she whispers, as if she’s disappointed.
“That’s for your safety, not because I feel the need to control you.”
She frowns. “No one cares about hurting me.”
“You’re my wife, and I’m the head of the Greek Mafia, one of the Kings of Vegas, and there are plenty of assholes out there who want to hurtme. The best and most expedient way for them to do that is to hurt you. So, you’ll always have the detail with you.”
She nods slowly. “I promise. What else?”
“That’s pretty much it.”
“So, this is a marriage in name only? We can?—”
“No.” I close the gap between us and tip her face up so I can see her gorgeous eyes. “This isn’t in name only. If I find out that anyone else has touched you, I’ll cut off their dick and feed it to them before I slice their throat.”
She swallows thickly and narrows her eyes at me.
“Say what you want to say, Natasha.”
“No one else touches you either.”
With a smile, I lean into her. “I like that you’re possessive, Angel. And just so we understand each other, I take my vows seriously. I’m not interested in other women. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Okay.”
“I want to kiss you,” I murmur, staring down at her delectable lips.
