Roomservice!

Alina's Pov

I was hungry. No, I was starving. And after I looked around the kitchen, I realized there was nothing to eat in it. So, I guess I just have to get room service? I was still embarrassed after the meeting with Jakov when he saw me almost nude, but I was just as upset about it. And I would order the most expensive menu, or rather, I would order everything on the menu to punish him!

But I don't know whether you can call that punishment really!

After what his mother spent buying me, I suppose his family is wealthy, and this order will not even show on their credit!

I made the order in the kitchen and turned on the TV. I was thirsty, and I noticed that Jakov had been drinking as he waited for me. I never had drunk alcohol myself, and I was kind of curious about that. My eyes spotted a champagne bottle, and what the hell? I was 18, and I'm married, how about celebrating? I popped the bottle and poured myself a glass, and sipped on it. Wow. Before I knew I had drunk four glasses and was sipping on my fifth when the room service arrived, the taste was unique.

"Are you ordering food?" Jakov asked as he entered the kitchen. "Yes, but it is only for me!" I answered and laughed when I fell on my feet. "Wow... How much did you drink?" Jakov muttered, and I put my finger in his mouth with a smirk. "Shh!" I muttered and laughed at his response. I shoved him aside, and I dug into the food with a huge appetite.

Jakov's Pov

I watched Alina binge on the food she ordered, and I was impressed by how much she could fit in her stomach. "Hey! Do you mind?" Alina said in between the bites and implied she wanted me to leave. I stole a platter of chicken wings when I left the kitchen and sat on the couch in the living room to give her a little privacy.

"You hate me, Jakov?" Alina stammered when she sat in front of me on the couch.

"No? Why do you ask?" I replied and frowned. Alina leaned back with a puzzled glance and drank her champagne.

"Am I a disappointment to you?" Have I not lived up to your expectations?" Alina continued: "No, you weren't." I replied, and I heard Alina sobbing as I did.

"Hey. You didn't give me a chance to finish. No, you never lived up to my expectations, Alina. You're a lot more beautiful than I imagined."

"I am? So you don't think that I am useless and ugly?"

"No? Why are you saying that?" I asked, and I walked to sit next to her. "I don't know," she whispers and looked at me with big, sad Bambi eyes.

"Tell me," I replied and stroked her hand with my thumb.

She looked at me again, a little confused while she bit her lip. Fuck. She was so beautiful.

But just when I thought we had a moment, she smacked me and got up.

"Please. Don't touch me," Alina mumbled and wobbled out from the living room and down the hall.

"Hey! Get back here," I shouted and hurried after her.

"Please, Jakov. Just let me be," Alina cried over her shoulder and then closed the bedroom door.

I sighed and stopped before the door. "Alina, please. I can't leave you on your own after drinking. It's dangerous." I begged while knocking in between.

"I'm coming in," I said and opened the door. Alina was lying under the cover, and I could hear her crying.

"What is it, Alina?" I said quietly and sat on the bed.

"Everything goes wrong!" She cried, and I felt my stomach spinning when she did. Fuck, I hated when women cried. I felt so powerless. Watching my mother or sisters cry broke my heart completely, and I felt that Alina would hold that over me too.

"Alina. Look at me." I said gently, and I lowered the cover. "Please talk to me," I pleaded.

Alina's Pov

"Please talk to me," pronounced Jakov in a worried tone, and I hesitated. I wanted to gut my heart; I really did. But I was afraid of my own feelings, and I was scared to allow him in. I had only confided in Olga, but even she was not aware of my darkest secrets.

My worst fear in life was me. I was scared of myself. I was afraid of feelings, of failure, and of fear itself.

"Go away," I whispered and pulled up the blanket again to cover myself. I heard Jakov sighed, "I can't go away. Like it or not, Alina, we are married now, and we will stay together for a long time. It would be a lot easier if we at least tried to make it worth it? You don't think so?"

"Probably," I replied, and Jakov lowered the blanket again, "I prefer to watch you while talking," he muttered, and I blushed with embarrassment.

"Why are you so nice? You weren't supposed to be like this," I muttered, and he frowned, "What do you mean? What did you expect me to be?"

"Cold, rough, and a little bit of a douche," Jakov smirked and lay down beside me, "Oh Alina. I can be all those things," He mumbled harshly, and I swallowed nervously, "But it depends on the situation," He added with a bit of coldness, and I felt my breath shorten. Was I turned on? Omg.

I wanted to be swallowed up by the bed and channeled into time and redo the whole situation. Not only did I cry like a maniac and acted like a drama queen, but I was also turned on by hearing him say my name with a little oh before it.

"But I don't want to act like that with you. You are my wife, my woman, and you deserve nothing but respect." Jakov mumbled, and I felt his hand over mine.

I wanted to pull away, but having him next to me felt so good. And I was very drunk, and my emotions were running wild. His hand squeezed mine and I felt my stomach flutter.

"Did you fall asleep?" Jakov whispered, and I took a deep breath, "No, I'm wide awake," I whispered back, but stupid me should have pretended to be asleep because the alcohol was really screwing with me, "And I'm horny too." I whispered and I felt Jakov stiffen when I climbed over him.