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“I’mreally starting to enjoy being your husband.” I curl my fingers inside her and watch her buckle as she gives me what I want and comes for me again.
MADALINA
“I’m heading out with Lorna tonight,” I announce to Dario when I find him in his gym room. He’s lying on his back lifting a huge weight, so I guess I have an advantage. He says nothing to start with, just places the bar back on the rack and slowly sits himself up.
“Did you hear what I said?” I stare at him, waiting for him to try and deny me. We don’t seem to have been fighting at all these past few days and it feels kind of strange.
“I heard you.” He uses the towel beside him to wipe over his forehead then flings it over his shoulder.
“So, shall I have her pick me up around eight?” I smile as he steps toward me forcing me to step backward until my shoulders hit the mirrored wall behind me.
“Tell herwe’llpickherup at eight.” He kisses me like any normal husband would kiss his wife and it sets off that spark of thrill that I’m becoming addicted to. The smirk as he pulls away and leaves me smiling doesn’t even make me angry as he casually strolls out the room.
Until I recall what he just said.
“Wait…” I call after him.“What did you meanwe?”
I smile at Lorna awkwardly as she sits opposite myself and Dario in the limousine we picked her up in, and she smiles to herself when her eyes drop to the hand he has rested on my thigh.
“So, where are we headed?” She sounds cheery, trying to break the silence. I’m a little pissed off that Dario insisted on tagging along, but hardly surprised. He doesn’t seem to keep me out of his sight these days, even when we’re at home.
“The Vault.” He shrugs as he strokes his thumb over my thigh. We've already argued over what I chose to wear tonight, and although I’m not in the dress I wanted to be, just like the birth control situation, we managed to compromise.
“The Vault! You havegotto be kidding! That place is insane, you have to either be a celebrity or a politician to get in there. I hear the owner’s so stuck up his ass that he...” She notes the way Dario slides his hand over his mouth and immediately slams her hand over her mouth.
“Oh god,you'rethe owner, aren’t you? I didn’t mean… I think it’s good that you…”
“Lorna.” I shake my head at her to let her know it’s a lost cause and she stays silent for the rest of the journey.
“Mr. DeMarco.” The guy at the door looks surprised to see him when we arrive and as he pulls back the red rope to allow us past the people who are in the line, Lorna grabs my hand from behind.
“This is so freaking cool,” she whispers as we pass through the foyer and into the club. We both look up and stare at the huge crystal chandeliers that hang from the ceiling and I try not to look overwhelmed by how glamorous the place is.
“Wow.” Lorna makes no attempt to hide how impressed she is and almost trips when I drag her forward, trying to keep upwith Dario as he holds my hand and makes his way through all the people. I don’t know what kind of music the DJ is playing but it’s loud, sounds trancy, and has an awesome beat. Lorna bops her head to it as Dario leads us up some stairs toward another man who’s standing guard.
“Mr. DeMarco, it’s a pleasure to see you,” he calls over the music, as he lifts another red rope so we can enter the balcony that looks over the dance floor.
“Mr. DeMarco!” The waitress who comes to our table practically skids on her heels when she notices him.
“Evening, I’ll take my usual.” His eyes move to Lorna.
“Oh, ummm, can I get a glass of Prosecco?”
“Bring her a bottle of the Dom Pérignon 2025.” He shakes his head and looks almost offended by her request. “And my wife will have an orange juice.” He slides his hand behind me and tugs me closer to his body.
“A what, now?” I turn my head and look at him in disgust.
“You're underage,” he reminds me, flicking my nose with the end of his finger and smiling as if he’s acting perfectly within reason.
“So is Lorna,” I point out.
“Lorna isn’t my wife, and there's not a chance that Lorna could be carrying my–” I place my finger firmly over his lips to stop him from finishing that sentence.
“Dario, there's no–” He bites my finger and shuts me up.
“Until you get your period there’s a chance, a small one, but a chance nonetheless,” he reminds me with a wink, and although it puts the fear of dread inside me, the thought seems nowhere near as terrifying as it did before. I like the side of Dario that I’ve seen over the past few days, even if he is still overbearing.
We both look at Lorna, who immediately averts her eyes ina different direction and pretends she hasn’t heard our conversation.
