Gajeel P.O.V

'That damned shrimpy woman, acting all high and mighty!' I thought to myself as I stormed off to my room. I could hear her trying to move this boxes of hers but I didn't really care. I sat in my window and looked out at the small garden. It was something my mother had done and I didn't have the heart to clear it out. I pulled out one of my cigarettes and took a long drag while I stared into the night.

"You can come out now." I called into the darkness. Beside my window my head of security stepped out. He was a tall man, even taller than me, and he was bulky. He wore black shades and had a mess of black hair and a scar over his left eye. "You should try being nicer to her you know. She will be here for a very long time." He said in a deep voice. "Tch, whatever. She ain't my problem." I said as I loosened the tie chocking me and tossing it somewhere in my room.

I sat looking out into the night for I'm not sure how long before I finally headed for bed. I through on some sleep pants and a muscle shirt before flopping face down on the bed and quickly passing out.

I woke early, like every morning, and headed towards the smell of waffles and bacon. The shrimp, I think it was Levy, was sitting cross legged in her chair at the breakfast table. An empty plate with only a little syrup left on it sat in front of her and she was cleaning a gun. A bottle of kahlua sat I front of her along with an empty glass, a cigarette poking out of her lips.

"Drinking so early shrimp?" I asked with a smirk. She nearly shot me a glare before returning to her gun. I frowned at her before hunting for my own breakfast. I simply made toast and some coffee. The kitchen was silent, but oddly enough, not awkward. Most women I had in the house were only here for sex, and getting them to shut up and leave was a hassle. The quiet was nice. I looked to the blue haired girl and got a good look at her finally. She was incredibly small, in all areas. I dont think he even reached five foot tall, and the chest area was seriously lacking. She did have a great ass though.

Levy P.O.V.

I quietly cleaned my gun, debating making another White Russian, kahlua and milk. I glanced at Gajeel through the corner of my eye an decided to check him out. Bad Levy! Aww who cares.

He was incredibly muscular and the black muscle shirt he had clung to the hidden abs underneath. I found myself wondering how they felt and mentally slapped myself. Don't even think about it McGarden! I went back to my scooping. His sweat pants hung dangerously low on his hips and even show a hint of his stomach. His large biceps flexed with every movement and he had scars running up and down them. He even had scars on his neck. His long black mane was wild and thrown back down his neck. As I continued looking I suddenly met his crimson red eyes, caught in the act.

We stared at each other for a long time, I would not be the first to break. A smirk crossed his face, "Enjoying the view pipsqueak? Were you thinking of becomin one of my ladies?" I frowned and glared at him, returning my attention to my gun. "I will never become one of your toys. I may have had to marry a man I don't love, but I won't sleep with one." He leaned in front of me. "Aww shrimpy's a virgin? That's a shame. What? You gonna shoot me?" I was glaring furiously at him and he had seen my finger twitch on the trigger. He grabbed the gun, my hand still attached, and held it at the base of his throat. "Go ahead and pull the trigger little girl. End the treaty and get your life back." He stared at me with cold hard eyes, eyes that seemed to beg me to pull the trigger.

I frowned and pulled my gun away, he almost looked disappointed. "What's the matter dragon? Tired of this life? Wanna die that bad?" He almost looked shocked. "Well to bad. Your still my husband, whether we like it or not. So I will not take your life. I will fight to prolong it." I told him in a very serious tone. We stared at each other for a long time, before there was a knock on the door. "It's open." Gajeel called, never looking away from me. I don't know what it was about him, but something seemed to draw me to him. A large man in a black suit and shades came in. His short messy black hair stuck out in different directions.

"Sir, I have just been informed by your father that there is a party in both of your honors. A formal one for all the clients and allies." Gajeel groaned and stood up. "It's barely been a damn day! Can't he give me a break?!" He stormed out of the room and I sighed a little, discarding my cigarette that burnt itself out. The man walked up to me and bowed slightly. "It's a pleasure, Im Pantherlily. But you can call me Lily. I'm head of security here." I smiled up at him. "It's a pleasure Lily." Well at least there was one nice thing here.