"What is all this noise for?" Alana asks as she steps out of the room to find Richie all dressed up.

"Where are you going walking like a sex on line?" she questions.

"What?" he asks before cursing as his briefcase falls down.

"Going on a date?" she asks helping him pick up the papers that fell down.

"I have an important meeting" he sighs.

"When is any of your meetings not important?" she asks.

"Well this one is special in that case" he sighs tiredly.

"Not that I care but you look tense" she points out and he smiles softly.

"Don't react to my emotions or else you may fall for me" he winks her way and Alana rolls her eyes.

"I am just being selfish, don't want you to look too old or get sick and die on me. I don't want to be a widow so soon" she jabs before walking towards the kitchen.

"I feel the love" he comments as he packs up.

"And I feel the sarcasm" she points out.

"Be good wife" he states as he makes his way out of the house.

"I enjoy the term sexy" she shouts holding the glass of water and Richie just smirks which makes her frown at his smirk.

*******

Alana yawns as she stretches her hands up in the air before strolling through her phone she groans before throwing it away and jumping off the bed.

Walking to the closet she pulls out few dresses and checks it on, deciding on one dress she gets ready to go out and kill her boredom.

Alana makes her way in the club she usually visits, she takes a seat on the bar and calls the bartender asking for a drink.

Sighing she looks around the place to find a soft music on going while few couples were on the floor dancing. Even if it was a club it was a private setting, not so much crowd just as she preferred.

"Alana" someone calls her name making her turns to face the person.

"Spence" she nods his way while he makes his way towards her.

"Where have you even been?" he asks checking her out.

"Around"

"I am so glad I made the plan to come here today" he grins taking a seat next to her.

"Well I am not"

"Why the off mood?" he asks while he asks for a drink.

"My personal moods are none of your business"

"Now I have to know what's up with your mood" he grins as he takes a sip of his drink while she does the same.

"Wait...is that a?" he asks holding her hand and checking out the ring on her finger.

"You are engaged?" he asks shocked.

"Correction...married"

"What...when?" he asks as he stares at her still surprised.

"I am not in to the whole what, where, who questions" she sighs once again.

"Did..."

"Spence, kindly fuck off. I am here to relax" she stops his further interference before asking for another drink.

"Okay, okay cool off. Whatever it is just know if there is anything you need help on, I am just a call away" he offers getting off the stool and Alana smiles waving her hands at him.

"I like the word away" she sighs focusing on her drink.

*******

"Ssh" Alana hushes herself before a giggle passes through her mouth.

"I said Ssh" she speaks to herself stumbling inside of the house.

Dropping her shoes on the floor she walks barefoot towards the kitchen but stops finding Richie standing on the stairs.

"I am impressed" he comments as he walks down and she tries to stand straight without falling face first on the floor.

"What's for dinner?" she asks as he walks closer to her.

"Why? Did you not eat anything along with your drinks?" he questions making her groan and stumbles towards the fridge.

"Go away, I don't talk with people who does not think about me while eating" she waves her hands around.

"You are wasted" he sighs as he folds his arms.

"I am a waste" she clarifies as she opens the door and pulls out a bottle of water.

"Will I get notified where you will be next time if you wanted to get wasted?" he asks as he slowly makes his way towards her.

"Did we not agreed on the thing called no change in my freedom?" she asks tilting her head a bit.

"I did not say anything about you cannot go out and get wasted, I said will I get notified where you will be" he clarifies and she sighs.

"Nope, I like to keep my private life private and only to me" she shakes her head before searching for food.

"In that case I am sure you can make some food for yourself privately" with that said he walks away from her.

"No" she screams calling for him to come back and cook but he just ignores her calls.

*******

"Get out of the bed" Alana shouts at Richie who raises a brow before he turns the page of the book he is reading.

"I cannot let a man get warmth from my body who does not leave extra food for me" she comments.

"And I cannot let a woman who is drunk enter my bed sheets" he counters making her gasp.

"I am not drunk, I can easily counts the ten fingers in my hands"

"Where's your wedding ring?" he questions and she frowns.

"I don't know"

"You don't know where your wedding ring is?" he asks as he puts the books aside.

"I did not feel the need to wear the ring given to me by the man who refused to cook for me"

"It's mostly the woman in a relation who does the cooking part"

"How dare you put words in my mouth, I never called you a woman" she gasps making him shake his head.

"Sleep, you are too wasted to have a meaningful conversation" he orders.

"And you will be too busy when I wake up" she mutters making her way towards the bathroom.

"Are you missing my presence?" he teases and she stops slowly turning to face him.

"No, but I am doubting your presence"

"Meaning?" he asks curiously.

"Ignore my mouth I am wasted" she waves her hands before she shuts the door to the bathroom and Richie sighs as he walks out of the room.

********

"Good morning" Alana speaks to the room filled with table and chairs as she stares at the covered breakfast on the table.

Ignoring the breakfast she makes her way towards the fridge and pulls out the bottle of cold milk along with some eggs.

"I do not need a man" she mutters before she starts to cook.

"But I need a chef" she sighs staring at the burned eggs.

"That's why God created fast food services" she adds picking up the phone.

Making her way towards the movie room, Alana searches through the DVD's for a good movie before randomly selecting some movie.

As the movie ends, she does not have anything else to do to kill the time, so blasting the music up she starts to jump on the couch before dancing around like a maniac.

Richie finds her playing her invisible guitar kneeling on the floor, she stops mid-air doing her head bang before slowly getting up as he has some company.

"Hello" the man nods her way and she clears her throat patting her hair.

"Hi"

"Nice head bang" he smiles making her smile embarrassed.

"My wife Alana Russo, Alana this is Nicholas Price" Richie introduces them.

"A Gentleman never brings his work back home" Alana cannot help but comment.

"But a Gentleman sure introduces his wife to his friends" Richie counters.

"And a Gentleman knows when he is not wanted" Nicholas smiles before he walks out of the room.

"Why did you even bring him in?" Alana shouts as soon as Nicholas is out of the room.

"I did call you but the music was too loud"

"You could have warned me" she groans before walking past him.

"Your dancing skill sucks" he states and she glares at him.

"At least I am sucking something" she snaps before walking out.

*******

"If I had known you love burned eggs I would have made that for you" Richie comments as he stares at the burned dishes.

"Enough making me embarrassed in front of your friend. I am nothing like what you saw, erase it from your memory if you can" Alana smiles as she puts the dishes on the sink.

"Never saw anything"

"I already like you" Alana smiles.

"Anyways congratulations on your wedding, I could not attend it but this is for you"

"Oh thanks" Alana smiles as she takes the gift box.

"My sister-in-law is great at designing jewelries, it is from one of her personal collection"

"Oh, thanks" Alana smiles awkwardly before eyeing Richie as she does not know what to say.

"He has good intentions" Richie grins as he encourages her to have it.

"Shall I order something?" Alana asks not knowing what else to say.

"No, we are fine. Why don't you just continue with your dance moves while we cook" Richie asks as he politely asks her to leave.

"Oh okay, well call me when everything is ready" she smiles as she walks away.

"Jeez, what are they? Bunch of girls, wanting to bake and gossip?" she mutters under her breath.

*******

"You got yourself a handful" Nicholas comments as he pulls his coat off.

"It was a handful, if she had not said yes to this marriage" Richie sighs shaking his head.

"Yeah, heard about how you ha followed her everywhere"

"She would have never married me if I did not persuade her so much"

"Tell me about persuading" he shakes his head a bit.

"At least I am not turning into a stalker" Richie jabs and Nicholas rolls his eyes.

"Pop will not let me live if even a scratch comes in his precious Grace" he scoffs.

"And it has nothing to do with you liking her?" he teases.

"She is my responsibility Richie"

"There's that too" he nods his head and Nicholas grins.

"So, how's everything going on?" he asks changing the topic away from him.

"It will take some time for the plan to formulate" Richie sighs as he pulls out some vegetables from the fridge.

"Why, I thought the property will be yours as soon as you get married" Nicholas frowns staring at his friend.

"That was the plan, but her father is not giving in"

"What does he wants now?" Nicholas asks curiously.

"A proof I will not leave his precious daughter alone and she is well taken care even after his dead" Riche shrugs his shoulder.

"Greedy old bastard"

"He is not known as a Godfather for nothing" Richie states as he washes the tomatoes.

"What will you do?"

"She will not let me touch her"

"Don't be looking at me for any tips, I have not even come face to face with my bride-to-be" Nicholas jokes.

"Alana, she is not someone we can fool easily"

"And you are not someone who gives up easily" Nicholas adds.

"I am fucked if I did not get hold of the property"

"You are fucked anyways" Nicholas mutters as he nods towards the door to find Alana standing there.

*******

"So you married me for my father's property, what's new?" Alana shrugs her shoulders as she takes a spoonful of the food.

"Alana, forget what I said" Richie sighs.

"I cannot, I am not a computer to erase things easily"

"But you asked me to..."

"What can I do if you are the fool to try" she shrugs her shoulder as she stares at Nicholas who chuckles before focusing on his food.

"Are you in debt?" Alana asks curiously and Richie sighs as he silently eats his food.

"This house, you are living here in rent yeah?" she asks but he keeps his silence.

"That's why you are cooking instead of having a maid or servants" she adds and Richie sighs before puts the spoon down.

"Actually, Richie is Rich" Nicholas chuckles at the irony.

"Nick" Richie warns his friend who raises his hands in defense.

"Alana, this is my home, our now that you live here. And no I do not have any debt, if you want servants they will be here from tomorrow"

"Whatever, I am done" she states getting up from the table she walks out of the room without picking up her empty plates.

"Couch tonight" Nicholas chuckles.

"I pray you taste the coldness of couch once in your married life" Richie sighs which makes Nicholas groan.

"You think she will be a problem?" Nicholas asks seriously.

"I will not let her be" Richie promises as he stares at the way his wife went.

P.S. To those curious about which year they are from, this is a world of fantasy they will be in whichever year I wish for them to be...just enjoy the story do not worry about which year they are born and shit.

If the movie name or song fits the situation I will add it, no matter which year it is.