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She smiled. "I agree with that statement. But I would like to know if any part of you wants me to be your fiance in this whole thing. I want to be romantic with you if that makes sense."
Could it be that my cheeks went red? " I can't deny that if I had to choose anyone to be my fake fiance, it would be you. I'd hate to admit that I think about our time in that office much more than I should."
She giggled like a little schoolgirl. "I assume you mean us working together."
"Oh yeah, of course. Just us working. Nothing more than that."
We both sat there with sexual tension hovering over the table. It was crazy because moments ago, she had just walked out. Life was weird, to say the least. But, once again, I wasn't dreading what would come next. Of course, there was uncertainty around the fake engagement. Who knew whether or not everyone would believe it. They would still like a lot of logistics that went into pretending to be engaged. My father would be eternally skeptical. The Vincenzo family would also be that way.
In the car, she and I talked more about the contract. We didn't go into detail, but I didn't trust some of her questions. "I just need you to pretend to be a fake fiance. Whatever a fiance would do. That's what you're going to do."
Of course, she had to take it to that place again. That place that made my cheeks go red. "Usually, a fiance would have sex with her fiance. So I'm assuming that's on the table as well."
I laughed. " I don't know about all that. We have a very complex relationship. My life is already so complex. I don't want to add more complexities to it. I also don't want to hurt you. Putting you in this contract puts me in a very weird position. I may be in the mafia, but I'm not out to hurt innocent people."
Silence filled the car aside from the radio. As much as the words might have hurt her, I didn't regret them because I had been honest. And my intentions were honest. The last thing that I wanted to do was hurt, Angelina. I had hurt enough people in my life. " Why do you feel like you're going to hurt me? You feel like you don't have control over yourself or something?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, Angelina."
"I'm just saying. You cut things short in the office. Now you want me to be your fake fiance. But you still pull back. You think I can't handle your mafia life?"
Mafia. The term sent chills down my spine even though she was right. I guess I didn't like to hear it from someone else, especially her. But that was who I was. But it's no hiding that little detail. "It's not that I don't think you can handle it. But it's something that I don't think you should need to handle."
"But by me pretending to be your fake fiance so that you don't have to marry someone in a mafia family, doesn’t that put me directly in that business?"
Damn it. " You're right."
"So, the thing here is that you have to be honest with me moving forward. I don't need that written in the contract. I need to hear from you. I need transparency throughout this whole deal."
"Well, I don't think you'll need to pretend to be my fiance for over a few months. It all depends on how this goes."
"You're avoiding everything I just said."
"You have my word that there will be transparency."
After that, we left the rest of the ride pan out. We really didn't need to speak.
When we got home to my mansion, our eyes connected, and, dare I say, a spark filled the room.
"It's nice to be here." She said. "You know, on the way over here, I didn't know how I was going to acclimate to being your fake fiance but being in this house feels right."
I nodded. "I'm glad you feel that way. The easier things are for you, the better. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
We both look the one another again. This time that spark was a flame. We both must have been thinking the same thing because, at the same time, we took a step and kissed one another. This was most definitely not in the contract. This was most definitely something I had told her no to. And yet, I was putting my hand on the small of her back to pull her closer. I couldn't get enough of her. Her kiss was intoxicating. Her warmth was soothing. She was everything that a man like me needed at that moment. Hell, she was everything that a man like me needed every day. She was what I called the antidote to chaos. To my chaos, and I was going to take her. I was going to take her and breathe again.
All of that contract stuff could wait. Because even though I had told her that we couldn't do what we were about to do, I had no self-control. Not when it came to Angelina. All bets were off. But more importantly, all clothes were going to be off as well.
Chapter 7
Angelina
Iwashopingthatthis was what was going to happen. It was all that I had wanted. I was surprised that he had broken so easily despite telling me we would not do anything romantic moving forward. It was crazy to think my being his fake fiance was an afterthought. But as our tongues were dancing, it was. I had no other thought on my mind other than his dick. I wanted to see it. I wanted to suck it.
My mind had turned into a devilish place. It was one that I did not want to leave. Instead, I wanted to roam around it and explore.
We wound up on his couch. I somehow wound up on top of him. I enjoyed being on top of the big mafia man. He didn't seem so big when I was on top. My eyes studied his face for a moment. Even though it was a millisecond, I got every little detail. Those pinkish-red lips surrounded by stubble; the perfectly symmetrical face holding a smirk; those deep brown eyes of his; no matter where I put my eyes on his face, it was all perfection.
He lifted his head up off the couch pillow to kiss me more. One of his hands pulled my head down as my hands journeyed across his chest. He's still in his button-down shirt. That was going to come off very soon. As a matter of fact, I started to unbutton it as my mind raced. There was also something so fun about having sex in a mansion. Even though our genitals had not touched yet, I felt like I was in my little movie.
