The Mafia Heir's Contract Wife
A P H
an leggings, the curtains are lightly swaying in the early mor
p the windows. Maybe he can't slee
l a bit lighter, relaxed, a
the nightstand lamp on for my sake. The yacht sways ever so sli
. Ignazio hasn
on the couch, si
the h
did he take his clothes o
uthed beside the bed, my
r... And to be fair, his dark boxers still hide enough of
the straps of my bag as I quietly sit on the edge of the neat and soft, queen
lly. I shouldn't be this fluster
the country club. That sunny afternoon, he aggress
steps apart, it feels different.
. Inj
and
ner
me watching him sleep, I'll probably melt into a pool of no
my head around the fact that I'm in this position. That I'm all alone with him in a small room at four in the morning.
tually does work. Some
d ba
better." I clear my throat and grab one of the pillows, acting like I didn't just sta
o stifles a yaw
ing my thoughts as I feel the
mm
nna lose
e his reply. "I don't know
f what Dominico just did? "Because of me?" I bite on my thumb and winc
unk to hear his phone. Or
at? It's almost fo
ome later? O
ft yellowish glow of the lamp isn't dim enough. I'm sure he doesn't care about how I look
y n
r another eigh
pped an old, unfunny joke
read between the lines. I don't have the energy for another argument, so I
ctually," he adds, mumbling his words with his eyes still closed. His tan, hairy
logne, and the dimmed lamplight only makes his hair and lashes look darker. I redirect my gaze
's French-
y he talks makes a
ighschool i
pillow between my legs. "So
e w
her's dead?
rove her
cally insane? Or is he
nada before I graduated," Dominico
see
married m
er one time. She seems nice," I mumble with my eyes closed,
ore questions, but I don't think he wants to keep talking about his personal life.
fs loudly. "Y
ed, but the logical side of my brain's already trying to figure
N
osey. "So, you al
Spa
ly? H
he murmurs
foreign language. Maybe he learned it
e blanket to hide the n
ke me, and his parents divorced when he was just a te
the bed and look at him, my scratchy v
s nasal bridge and the tip
eeping makes me feel selfish. Guilty. Like I shouldn't be here. I sit up, s
ans
min
aphi
quickens at his close-lipped grin. I feel a bit giddy, even though it's not the f
t some
me from head to toe. I squint at the curtains and dim windows,
ne as three more muted knocks interrupt the silence
sitting still on the left side of the lo
re's my stupid phone
t's not even sunrise yet. D
shift manager saying we'll also deliver room service to t
e that door? Wh
Igna
brought his securi
im," I whisper to myself under the co
e of the curtains, but the
g my mouth shut, the smooth wood beneath my toes a little cold. The soreness in my leg
nder this blanket? Lock mysel
inkillers I gave him must've kn
dy while he lightly snores on the loveseat. A fo
nd the louder the knocks get. I don't wanna wake him up, but, his
tap his bare shoulder a couple of times, his skin a little sweaty. "Dom,
one bit. Okay. Another h
ve goosebumps along my arms. The footsteps ar
the door still locked? I can
gle over the edge of the couch. I don't need to
e his sharp jawline and muscular chest,
e to lewd imagination. "Dominico, someon
er. No
might overreact and hurt me worse. "Dominico."
es closer to me. His nose brushes against my cheek. "What?" D
s and the grogginess in his voice suggest a few more hours of
ting. I pull back and feign a calm face despite the ti
N
meone waiti
sighs, his voi
doesn't mean the person already left. "I think it's a guy." I get back o
ng ha
be how 200 pounds of g
h his fist. Then he squints at me and my hand on his bare
iend with me right now
open th
lose my footing when he pushes me back onto the couch
t here? Because I shouldn'
ve thoughts, until I feel something cold and hard poking my thigh. "What'
y entire hand. It sits on the edge of the couch, quiee, but staring at it just tenses up every
here the entire time? While we slept
m. Does he feel that threatened? Because of that violent fight with hi
. He's putting on pants and standin
side?" I say with a straight face to disguis
nger we stare at each other. He grabs the gun, his fingert
ha
gun into the back of his pants, the trig
re's no need to lie to him, but I don't w
s got a permit to carry. But he doesn't seem
tion, I don't think he should step outside by himself, but it's not like I can physically stop him or
thi
you hav
n front of me. "Sure you're okay?" He gent
y. "I'm fine." I rub my sweaty palms onto my
hirtless, Dominico heads towards the lock
Never in my life have I imagined seeing the man
rotec
er, but still not forceful. My stomach feels tighter, and my legs feel weaker. My bladder feel
the floor. Messy bla
looks like we h
roat. "Where'
hroom." Dominico sigh
. "I-I don't think i
almly, not an ounce of
re it's someon
, but I'm trying my best to look normal, keeping up a blank face despite t
d be
as close as I can without touching him. Not sure why the cl
ile his right hand rests on the smal
tranger with a gun, as well? I hold
the room suddenly looks and f
makes my ears ring, interrupting the tense silenc
an't do much except
waiting outside at least
him to get any more uncomfortable than he already is. "Don't just leave me here." My
ns to face me and l
ow shallow as I think of something a c
s gently touch the back of my head. Like he's trying his best to com
ntire body go
Alright?" he murmurs
you in there." I grab my phone on the nightstand and practi
e with the
t's loaded. "Don't
minico unlocks the bigger