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Getting myself comfortable on the private plane. Massimo private plane. Just 'cause he said I love you doesnt mean im going soft and spilling what I know. Massimo and Noah are both on the other side of the plane. There playing some poker, Noah thought why'd not play poker. If Massimo wins Noah is going to be my personal bodyguard. If Noah wins, he takes Massimo's place as my fighter. But Massimo is still going to fight for me. So now I'll have two personal fighters.
The door opened to the room I was in. "Who won?" I asked, nervous to know who won or who lost. I got up from the bed. "I won, as always." The gloat on his face says it all. Going back to lay down, my body was brought to the edge of the bed. My neck was in my husband's hand, looking deep into each other's eyes. The little freckles that are across his face.
Let's see who will break? Suddenly Massimo breaks into laughter, making me give him a confused face. "I'm not here for games Massimo, give me a fucking break with the little moves you've been doing behind my back. I'm not stupid, stop putting you nose into something that doesn't concern you." I informed him. Just yesterday Massimo found out that I've been on Vincent's ass. I need him to stop snooping into something that doesn't need to be fucked with, I've dealt with it already.
Then my phone went off.
Kai: I'll see you in three days, baby momma.
I chuckled. Baby momma, really? "What's so funny?" Massimo voices interrupted my thinking. I set the phone to the side. "Where's Noah?" I changed the subject. Does he really have to know who's texting me? All I want to do is relax on this bed. "Watching some fucking show. Why don't we put this all behind us, let's start over. You do you Marzila, I do me." I nodded agreeing with him. "But, once things aren't going the right way, my fucking bsiness is going to be in yours. Understand me?" Massimo informed.
I nodded once again. "Good, now sleep, you're going to be needing it once we get home." Oh gosh. I wasn't able to say anything, he walked out of the room. Smacking my palm onto my forehead. My husband is a different breed sometimes.
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