Page 53 of Urgent Vows
Clearly it is not fine. Her anger at me the night before was justified. I made assumptions based on nothing but her age. Asking a virgin about STDs was not my finest moment.
"I did not intend to imply I believed you were a whore."
"Just a woman with loose morals." She shakes her head. "Regardless of what I think of the double standard for men and women in the mafia in regard to sex, and I think it stinks by the way, I know that men like you expect a woman to remain a virgin until her wedding night."
"What do you mean men like me?"
"I'm sure you expected your sister to go to her marriage a virgin, even though she went to university before getting married. You expected it of Carlotta. Why would you assume I was not as chaste as my sister?"
What is Catalina doing to me? I have never acknowledged wrongdoing before. I do not regret actions that cannot be changed, but damned if I don't want to apologize for the second time to her in less than 24 hours.
Enough is enough.
I'm a hard man who does not worry about how my words affect others. If she is going to thrive as my wife, she'll have to come to terms with that. This is not about hurt feelings. It is about Catalina showing proper respect to her husband the don.
"I will not tolerate disrespect." I let the authority of my position bleed into my voice.
Showing not the slightest bit of fear or acknowledgement of wrongdoing, Catalina lifts her chin. "Neither will I."
If she were a man, I would crush her in this moment. If she were any other woman, I would do the same. But this is my wife. I want Catalina to rule in strength at my side. I am King of New York and she is Queen.
I will not apologize again, but I will acknowledge her place in my life. "More than any other woman, you deserve for me to treat you with respect, Catalina. You are my wife."
Her mouth drops open, like my words have shocked her. They surprised me too, but I'm not going to let her see that.
"That's good to know. Now please show some of that respect and leave me in peace to use the bathroom."
"You are my wife, Catalina."
"I think we've established that."
"You do not need to be embarrassed to pee in front of me."
"In what world, Severu?"
"Ours."
She stares at me. "Are you saying it wouldn't bother you to pee in front of me?"
Actions speak louder than words. I go around her, drop my boxers and piss in the toilet.
She squeaks and turns her back. "What are you doing?"
"I think that is self-evident."
"If you needed the bathroom, you could have asked me to leave, or let me tend to myself in privacy and then come in here."
"There will be no part of your life I do not have access to," I assure her.
"There are parts of your life I don't want access to."
"Really?"
"Yes. I don't want to know details about last night, though I'm glad you told me what you did."
I did not in fact tell her. She inferred from the fact her father was dead. I shake off my cock and step out of my boxers.
Is she still too sore?
