Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Italian Deal [18+]: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"You know you are really making me feel like a single loser," Angela whined as she placed the orders for the customer in the counter for the assigned waiter to get it. I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you will prefer being a single loser than an unhappy wife." Angela's face quickly turned serious. She came close towards where I was sitting with my usual notepad and pen and grabbed me by my shoulders. "He didn't hurt you, right?" I sighed as I shook my head. "He didn't. He just has more mood swings than a pregnant woman."She frowned but the relief was evident in her eyes. She took a step back and sat on the chair beside me. "What did he do now?" The humor in her voice wasn't foreign to me so I cracked a smile before closing my eyes and reliving what a bloody good morning I had today.-"Stop snoring." I heard Luciano grunting beside me. I was half-awa

"Wake up." Someone whispered as a hand was shaking my shoulders with the intention of waking me up from the blissful sleep.I groaned as I swatted the hand and tried to fall back asleep. The sunlight was peeking through the curtains which were not that heavy to block the light out but since the sunlight wasn't very strong either, I didn't mind it. But a sudden jerk on my arms woke me up like I was on fire. And when I noticed whose hand it was, I truly was on fire. Luciano gave me a sheepish smile as he discovered how shaken up I was. He rubbed his neck, and the tip of his ears are getting pink. It was cute. Initially, I liked to make him feel flushed, have that power over someone. Even if it was temporary. But then it made me feel things that I shouldn't have, this power was making me bloom with a newfound intensity which scared the shit out of me."Didn't m

"Why are we here again?" Luciano said.The whole field which was decorated as with balloons and ribbons in the morning was now ornated with red satin curtains and yellow color lights. The view was more beautiful than any Italian high-class clubs. The sophistication in here was far more admirable than any other high-class parties. "Because we have nothing better to do here." I shrugged. A group of women was talking beside where we were standing. They all looked in their mid-thirties and early forties, giggling and checking my husband out. I tried to be jealous or have some sort of resentment towards them but I couldn't. They weren't trying to make a move on him, neither were they giving me death glares. It was like when I had a crush in high school and I was just happy by watching them from afar, be envious of their girlfriends. One of the ladies suddenly noticed my gaze, so I

"Can you close your mouth already?" Luciano asked as we entered the opulent European Mafia's, Annual Gala. His hands were firmly placed on my hips which made it difficult for me to rub my thighs and relive some of the tension between my legs. Last week, there was simply no conversation between Luciano and me apart from a few pleasantries here and there and some greeting in the morning and evening.Now walking beside him in such close proximity was suffocating me with unwanted feelings and emotions. The urges were carnal, the wishes were raw. And all in all, I was blushing like a virgin bride as we walked there like a couple in love.The hall was grand, lavish, and was a mixture of dangerous and alluring. The guests were looking very classy on their sumptuously designed dresses and suits. Everyone had a smile on their faces but I was quick to know that, their smiles were fake, their happiness was fake, they were fake.

I woke up with someone wrapping their arms tightly around my waist like a wrapper on a candy. I heaved a breath. It was morning again, this was the time where all the mistakes I did yesterday will reflect upon me. Where the sun would shine so brightly and lustrously that my actions would be there in the out for me to ponder on it.I turned on Luciano's hold, trying to figure out why I fucked him last night when there was a chance that he was cheating on me. He was sleeping with his face tucked in the crook of my neck, causing goosebumps to form there. He brought the worst out of me, made me feel things that were supposed to be buried deep inside me. He made me laugh, cry, and feel so many emotions in that I didn't know if I should succumb to it or resist it.I sighed again. I needed to clear my mind off everything that was happening after this marriage and a run to the library was too tempting to suppress. So with that