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Rolling my eyes, I huff. “That watching you touch yourself turned me on.” His brows raise high on his face, surprised that I relented and confessed. “Can we just go to bed? I’m tired,” I ask as my shoulders sag.
Alessandro stares at me for a couple of moments before nodding and heading back toward the bed. I’m surprised he didn’t push any further as I follow and get in on the other side. We both stare at the ceiling in silence, watching the shadows dance across the space.
“You can hate me, Natalia. But if you need a release, then use me,” he confesses.
I bite my lip and don’t dare to look at him. “I won’t be here that long. I’m sure I’ll cope.”
Alessandro chuckles as he turns the light out, plunging us back into darkness. “I won’t share my wife, know that. You either get it from your toy or me,” he declares, rolling away from me.
I have a fitful night’s sleep.
20
ALESSANDRO
When I wake, Natalia is not in bed beside me, and thank goodness she’s not, because I’ve woken up with the mother of all woods from having her hot body pressed up against me during the night. Thankfully, I’m able to rub one out in the shower, releasing the tension that has welded my muscles together. I get dressed for work and head downstairs to grab my breakfast before stopping in my tracks. There, out by the pool, is Natalia doing yoga. That’s not what has caught my attention. It’s the fact that she is doing it in next to nothing. I watch in fascination as she moves her body into all kinds of positions. That’s why she’s so flexible. I shake the images of what we’ve done from my mind as I continue to watch. She arches her back, pushing those voluptuous breasts so high they’re practically bursting from the top of her red sports bra. My eyes then slide down her toned body to her perky ass, the curvature of her rump showing and leaving nothing to the imagination as it’s clad in tight leggings. I think she’s trying to kill me, like she tried to kill me watching me jerking off from the shadows. Movement in the reflection of the window last night alerted me to her presence. My cock thickened in my hand knowing she was watching. Fuck it was hot, the way she bit her lip, those doe eyes widening, watching my hand slide over my cock, tighter and faster than what she ever did to me. Was she committing it to memory so one day she could do it again? Wishful thinking on my part, I think. I noticed her cheeks were flushed as she continued to watch, then she shuffled from side to side as if trying to stave off her own throbbing heat. It didn’t take me long to blow my load with her eyes on me. As soon as I finished, she rushed back upstairs and pretended to be asleep. Silly girl. It was fun pushing her buttons in bed afterward, watching her get more and more worked up over her voyeurism. But to find out she brought toys with her, to my home, to use in my bed … I wasn’t expecting that, and if I’m being honest, I’m intrigued. Wonder if she will use them while I’m at work? I sure as hell hope so. It was gentlemanly of me to offer my services last night, it seemed like the right thing to do in the situation. We can still hate each other while simultaneously fucking each other’s brains out. Could be fun. A great tension reliever. Unless she finds someone else to release that tension with. No, she wouldn’t do that, not when she’s so closely followed. A woman as beautiful as Natalia Fiorenzo would have men lining up to help her, married or not. Fuck. I won’t tolerate her fucking another man in my home. You won’t tolerate her fucking another man, period. It’s a strange, perplexing feeling and probably something I shouldn’t think too much about. I wonder if she would be interested in going to The Paradise Club? Just the thought of the things I could do to her there has my dick stirring. I shake my head to rid myself of these wayward thoughts. Tonight, I think Natalia and I need to have a conversation and set some ground rules if we are to live together.
Turning away from the view, I slow my steps as I head toward the kitchen where I notice Mario, my chef, salivating over Natalia’s workout. My fists clench as I watch the former male model eyeing my wife like she is a slab of Wagyu. I’ve never worried about his looks being an issue before when I’ve had women around. As harsh as it sounds, I had my fun, they’re single as am I, and what they do after me is up to two consenting adults. Except this time, I don’t like the way he is watching Natalia, and I sure as hell do not want to leave the two of them home all week together.
“Morning,” I call, making him flinch, pulling him from his ogling.
“Morning, your breakfast is ready for you,” he says, greeting me warmly as he pushes the brown paper bag toward me. I don’t eat breakfast at home, preferring to eat it when I get to the office, same with my lunch which is in another bag. He then makes sure dinner is ready for me whenever I get home, if I’m home as I’m usually out most nights with work meetings or events. “What the hell is Natalia Fiorenzo doing here? Fuck, she’s hot,” he states, grinning as he turns back to me.
I raise a brow at him not impressed by this observation. “Natalia moved in with me last night.” Mario stares at me, not sure if he heard me correctly. “I’m surprised you haven’t seen the papers, she’s my wife.”
“Your wife?” he repeats, seemingly confused as he stares at her again.
“Yes,” I answer coldly.
“Oh, you’re serious,” he says, staring back at me, his face turning pale as he realizes he’s been checking out his boss’s new wife. “Congratulations, sir. I didn’t realize,” he stammers as he starts cleaning up the kitchen.
“We didn’t want anyone to know except the papers found out and Natalia had to confirm it,” I explain to him. He nods and continues working around the kitchen. “Tonight, can you cook a celebratory meal for two please?” I ask him.
“Yes, of course,” Mario answers with a nod.
I start to head out of the kitchen before stopping. “Oh, and one more thing, Mario,” I say to him. “That will be the first and only time you check out my wife. Do you understand me?”
He swallows hard. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good, now have a good day,” I tell him as I walk out of my home, slamming the door behind me.
Hours later, my peace is shattered once again.
“Are you fucking serious?” I hear the words first before my father comes barging into my office. “I’ve just been told that, that fucking Fiorenzo whore moved in with you.” I bristle at my father’s words, but I know it will be of no use to argue with him when he’s this worked up. “This better be part of your fucking plan, boy, or so help me.” The look of utter disgust tells me he would go ahead with whatever threat he has in mind for me.
“She’ll be out within the week,” I reassure him.
“And if she’s not?”
“Then I plan to make her life a living hell.”
His eyes narrow on me. “You better …” he warns, pointing at me before turning around and leaving my office.
What a clusterfuck of a day, and I haven’t even been able to keep tabs on what the fuck Natalia is doing in my home. For all I know, she’s turned my entire home upside down, looking for any scrap of information on me she can find for her family. Luckily, last night I packed up everything of importance and locked it in my car, bringing it to the office for safekeeping. Plugging into my security feed, I still when I see Marco and Natalia in the kitchen together, talking and laughing. I warned him I wouldn’t tolerate him ogling my wife like he was this morning. He's obviously forgotten my threats by the way he is checking her out when she isn’t looking.
Fucking asshole.
Then she gives him a wave, and he disappears out of the kitchen. I watch him head outside, get in his car, and drive away. He must be heading to the shops for our dinner tonight. It better be something good to pull me out of this mood.
