In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism.

-Enid Bagnold

Coco Spencer's POV

I still couldn't believe that I am already a married woman. Hard to believe that only thirty minutes ago I was still a single woman. Examining my wedding and engagement ring on my finger I couldn't help but smile.

I was waiting for Rafe who ordered our food on the counter area. I sat at the table near the glass window looking outside the busy street of London. I looked at my husband while he was busy giving our order. My heart warmed at the thought, that handsome man wearing a suit on the counter is my husband.

Women inside the fast-food area kept looking at him like he was an underwear model in a huge billboard. I frowned openly. Didn't they realize that he's already married? I freaking slip the wedding band in his finger a while ago.

If they didn't avert their gaze to my husband I would stand from this table and informed them one by one if necessary that he's already married to me...

"What's with the scary glare, Signorina?"

I didn't realize that he's already standing in front of me. I looked up to see the concern on his face. I smiled slightly for his benefit. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" He echoed disbelievingly. "You look like a woman who is ready to murder someone any moment."

I sighed and muttered something under my breath. I looked at the glass window as he placed down our food on the table. It wasn't his fault that he's such a good-looking man. "Not someone but everyone."

"What?" He asked, after taking the chair opposite to mine. "What's wrong? Did something happen when I am away?"

I smiled brightly, as I smell my quarter-pounder burger. I took my large chips and started to devour them. I just remember how hungry I was because I didn't eat anything last night with my excitement for today and what I have for breakfast a while ago just a piece of bread and coffee.

"Take it easy," Rafe said with a stunned face. "You will choke if you eat with that kind of pace. We're not in a hurry so eat slowly."

"Sorry," I said after I swallowed hard the food in my mouth. I wiped my lips with the napkins on the tray. "I'm really hungry. Oh! That reminds me," I moved away from the food in our table and tapped the clean area in front of us. "Place your left hand here."

His eyebrows drew together. "Why?"

I smiled brightly in his direction. I could see that his eyes filled with questions about my request. I just want this day to be remembered forever. "Come on, do as I told you. I just want to take a picture of our hands together each with rings."

I nearly laughed out loud when I saw his eyebrow drew together even more. "Why do want to do such a thing?"

I rolled my eyes. He's really difficult sometimes. But that's what attracts me to him in the first place his reserved demeanor. He's the type of man who shows cold expression always and hiding his true self. "I want to post it to my Insta account, okay?"

"What's an Insta?"

I stared at him indecorously. "Seriously? You are asking me what is Insta? You don't know? Haven't you heard the word 'social media' before? Which part of earth you are living in? Does the internet already reach your hometown? Insta stands for 'Instagram', you clueless man."

He scowled at me in return. "Of course, we already have internet back in Ragusa."

"I get it you don't have any social media accounts then?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. "Gosh, you are really a man from the past. Tell me, what is the use of the internet to you?"

He shrugged casually, his beautiful light brown eyes fixed on me. Honestly, I like the idea that his eyes were only focused on me. "I use the internet to check my emails, virtual meetings, and look at the stock markets around the world."

"That's it?" I inquired, still couldn't believe my ears. "Have you ever thought of having any social media accounts?"

"What for?" He asked, taking a bit of his burger.

"So you can be connected with your friends and other people. Plus, you can share the event in your life through social media." I answered almost smugly. "You can also know the latest trend."

He shook his head like my reasons were the most absurd thing he ever heard. "Sorry, I'm a very private person. I don't like sharing the events in my life with other people through social media."

I rolled my eyes and stared at him for a moment. "What do I expect from a man like you? We're totally different from one another that makes our marriage life more exciting. You are an old-fashioned man while I am a modern woman who is using social media. You will be surprised many followers I have in my Insta. Do you want to know? I have 500k followers I'm pretty famous, right?"

"And pretty arrogant too, Signorina. Don't forget that." He added with a funny expression on his face. I didn't know how to describe the look on his face. It's between amusement and disgust put together.

"Enough of it," I said firmly. "Place your hand here so I can take a picture." He stared at me for a moment. I thought he would refuse to do my favor but then he placed his hand on the table. I beamed at him and laid my hand on the top of his and took a quick photo from my phone. "There," I said in satisfaction.

"Happy now?" Rafe asked dryly. "Eat your food. It's getting cold."

"Wait, I will just post our picture. What is the good caption for this...? Ah, I know. Hashtag just married."

While taping on my phone from the corner eye I saw him shaking his head. "That's enough.  I thought you are hungry? After here where do you want to go?"

I grinned at him cheerfully. "Let's hit the city after."

Few hours and several shopping bags later. We finally arrived at Rafe's hotel suite. Once we entered his place I couldn't help but feel nervous. I knew that this would be our wedding night. I was no longer a virgin but I couldn't help the anxiety.

The hotel suite seemed to be so awfully quiet than the last time I went here. Was it really this silent before?

"Hey, honey," I announced brightly. I don't like this awkwardness inside the room. "Why don't we play a game to kill the time?"

"What kind of game?" Rafe asked, putting the shopping bag on the sofa.

I scanned the place quickly when I saw the bottle of liquor on the table. I grinned and pointed to the bottle. "Truth or dare. We will alternately ask questions to one another and if the other person doesn't want to answer she or he will need to drink as a consequence."

He shook his head, as trouble shows in his eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea, Signorina."

"It is." I disagreed with him. "Don't be a coward and let's play a game. Come let's sit on the sofa."

"Signorina..."

"Over here." I invited him as I get a bottle of liquor and two glasses and place them on the coffee table. Finally, after some internal debate, he sat across to me. I poured each glass and smiled at him. "My turn first--" he took the glass and drink the content with one gulp, "--Hey, I haven't any question yet!"

"My turn," He said, placing the empty glass on the table. "Why are you so eager to marry a complete stranger like me?"

"I will not answer that since you cheat earlier." I took the other glass and drink. I welcome the burning bitter taste of the liquid. I refilled the glass again for another round.

"My turn again," I said, trying not to wince at the hard drinks. "Have you ever been in love before, Rafe?" If I thought that he's going to answer me I was mistaken. He took the glass again and drink, I stared at him darkly. Really, when will I ever get an answer from him on a personal level? He's really very reclusive. "You will be drunk in no time if you will continue with that kind of pace."

"What will you do if I didn't agree to your scheme?" He asked straight into my eyes. I couldn't help but shiver at the intensity of his eyes.

"I will not stop until you agree," I answered with a devilish smile on my lips. "What is the craziest thing you did for a woman before, Rafe?"

As expected he took the glass and take it in one gulp. Our game continued like that until the bottle of liquor was nearly empty. He never answered not even once the question I asked him all he did was drink the alcohol for the consequence.

"My last question for our game," I said a little slurred.  I think I was a little drunk from this damn competition. When a squeaked escape my throat because Rafe suddenly scooped me from the sofa. "What are you doing?"

"Enough of this game, Signora Moretti." Shivered spread through my spine upon hearing his intoxicated voice. "I think it's past time for me to collect my wedding night."

"Rafe..." My heart was pounding loudly in my chest at his words. So this was the side of him that he never showed to the public? The unreserved Rafaelle Moretti it was the first time meeting him.

"No more talking, darling." He said with an evil smile playing on his lips. He tossed me unceremoniously on the bed and lay atop of me. This was the closest I get to him since our encounter at my grandfather's study table. "It's time for the interesting part of the night."

Before I had the chance to answer him with something witty-because if I was honest with our current position my mind went completely blank-he dipped his head and claimed my mouth into a hot and ardent kiss. He invaded my mouth without reservation.

"Rafe..." I moaned again but his mouth was glued to mine. His tongue invaded my mouth that made my mind completely blank of nothing but his assault. I squirmed like a virgin bride when his hands started to travel around my body. From my legs, they traveled upwards with feathery light touch traveling to my ribcage until they reach the sides of my breast.

Rafe's hand found the zipper of my dress at the back and slowing pulling it down. Little by little, I felt the tight wedding dress loosen around my body. He managed to remove his mouth from me and stared at me with unholy fire in his eyes. "Tonight I will claim you. Tonight you will be mine. Tonight I will be the only man who has the right to sleep in your bed. Do you understand?"

I only managed a slight nod before he removed my wedding dress. I lay on the bed with my lace underwear. He unashamedly feasted his eyes with my half-naked state. His lips traveled on my neck with a series of little hot kisses down to the valley of my breast. I closed my eyes as I felt the sensation.

My eyes momentarily opened when he stop from his exploration. "Rafe?" I inquired softly. The only response I got was a snore. I groaned and tried to wake him up. "Rafe...?"

It was useless he's now deep in his slumber. Unbelievable what kind of wedding night is this? I need justification!