Becoming Mrs DeLuca novel Chapter 25

Adrian stiffened, but the look on his face became even more intense than before. “What was that?” His voice was a low rasp that I could feel everywhere.

“A kiss?” I didn’t have much experience, but I doubted anyone could mess up a simple kiss.

“Are you trying to influence me with your body?”

My eyes grew wide. “No. I could smell the liquor on your breath, and I was curious how it tastes.”

Adrian chuckled. “You are a strange girl.” His mouth twisted. “Woman.”

He looked down at the dog in my arms. It was snuggled against me peacefully. Without a word, Adrian turned around and returned to his glass of whisky on the table. I stepped inside and closed the door.”

Stroking the dog, I followed my husband.

“What’s its name?”

“Milo,” Adrian said with a strange note to his voice. I stopped beside him.

“Can I have a sip of your whisky?”

His eyes bored into me. “You’ve never had whisky before?”

“No. My father didn’t allow me to drink alcohol. I had my first glass at our wedding.”

“Many firsts for one day.” A small shiver passed down my spine at the contemplative growl. “You aren’t old enough for hard liquor.”

My lips parted in indignation. Was he serious? I was freaking twenty one!

He downed the remains of his drink, and before I could say something snarky, he cupped the back of my head and pressed his lips to mine. Gently at first, his eyes searching mine. I grasped his bicep and stood on my tiptoes, he allowed it. Then he really kissed me, stroking my tongue with his, and discovering my mouth. The taste of whisky swirled in my mouth. It was intoxicating. Not as much as the kiss though. God, his kiss set me aflame.

When he pulled back, I was dazed. Only Milo squirming in my other arm brought me back to reality.

Adrian glanced over my head. “What is it, Sybil?”

I whirled around. Sybil hovered in the doorway, wringing her hands and looking anywhere but at me. She must have caught us kissing, and even though we hadn’t done anything indecent or forbidden, considering that we were married, acute embarrassment washed over me.

“The children are asleep, and I cleaned up. Is there anything else you need from me?”

“No, you can go.”

His clipped voice rubbed me the wrong way. Even if Sybil was working for him, that didn’t mean he had to sound like a drill sergeant. Sybil nodded and with a fleeting smile at me, she left.

“Can I see your children?”

Adrian’s brows furrowed. “The dog stays here, and we have to be quiet. I don’t want to wake them up.”

“Where should I put Milo?”

“We lock it in a room because the thing can’t behave itself.”

I pressed my lips together, following Adrian as he led me into the lobby and motioned at a door.

I pushed it open and my heart clenched. It must have been a storage room before, judging by the small window and shelves lining the walls. A torn apart basket, a litter box, and two empty bowls were the only indication that a dog lived here. There were no toys. I picked up one of the bowls and handed it to Adrian. “Can you fill it with water?”

He regarded the bowl, then me.

“Please.” Milo’s living arrangements had to change, and they would change, but today was only my first day. I’d have to be clever about my battle against my husband. He took the bowl and disappeared. I headed over to the torn apart basket and set Milo down. She curled into herself. She must have let out her frustration on her basket if its destroyed state was an indication.

It wasn’t surprising, considering she’d probably spent most of her days alone in this room. What had happened in this house? I stroked her head when Adrian walked back in with the water bowl. He set it down, and the moment he stepped back, Milo trotted over to it and drank.

I straightened. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “How long has she been locked inside this room?”

Adrian’s expression tightened. “The dog’s out of control. I won’t have it shit and pee everywhere, not to mention snap at my children and everyone else.”

“How can you expect Milo to behave if nobody takes care of her? She isn’t a machine, she’s a living being, and from what I see she hasn’t been treated the way she was supposed to. If you have an animal, you have to take care of it and not treat it like a thing you can put in a corner and take out when you feel like it.”

“I didn’t want the dog! Serena did! And then I was left to deal with it like everything else.” He snapped his mouth shut as if he’d said more than he wanted, breathing harshly.

Milo hid in her basket at his outburst.

I stood my ground. “Then why didn’t you give Milo to people who want her?” I kept my voice calm. Meeting Adrian’s anger with my own seemed like an unwise choice.

He shook his head. “Let’s go upstairs. I have a busy day tomorrow.”

“Why?” I touched his forearm.

“Because Stefan lost his mother. He doesn’t need to lose this thing tool”

“I thought Milo snaps at him.”

“She does,” Adrian said. “And she’s not allowed near him.”

“Then why-

“Enough.” His voice could have cut steel. He nodded toward the door. I walked out of the small room. He closed it, locking Milo in once more,

“Does Sybil walk her?”

Adrian gritted his teeth as he led me up the stairs. “No. It’s got that cat box in the room.”

“It needs to be walked. It’s not a cat.”

He sent me a look that made it clear he expected me to shut up right this moment.

“I’ll walk it, then. You have a leash, right?”

He stopped on the second–floor landing, a vein in his temple was throbbing. “You don’t have time to walk the dog. You’ve got my kids to take care of.”

His kids. He made it sound like I was his nanny, with the added bonus of sleeping with him.

“Kids need fresh air too.”

He gave me a condescending look as if I was a delusional child in need of reprimand. He didn’t think I’d be able to handle his children, much less a dog on top of it.

Maybe he was right, but one of us had to try. I had a feeling that no matter how in control of his soldiers, his city, and his life Adrian seemed, his own home and his family had slipped out of his hands.

He was incapable of fixing it; maybe he’d even given up hope that it could be fixed. And now here I was, without the hint of knowledge about dogs or kids that went beyond what I’d read in books, supposed to deal with all this.

In the months since our engagement, I’d dreaded our wedding night. Now it seemed naïve that the simple act of sex had held so much trepidation for me. Sharing a bed with Adrian was the least of my battles. Fixing this family, making it somehow into my family, that was the most daunting challenge I could imagine.

Looking up into Adrian’s exhausted and wary eyes, I promised myself to master it.