𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

twenty two: the jet.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

Not much has happened in the past week. We mostly hung out at the warehouse and tried figuring out places we could fuck without getting caught... And no, don't worry, we never actually gotten the chance too because someone would end up needing us.

Long story short, we haven't fucked in a week.

A fucking week.

And I understand that isn't a long time and I can just finish myself off, but my orgasm hits a lot harder whenever I fuck Leo.

He's been busy this whole week because he's been trying to get a weeks worth of work done so that he doesn't have to be bothered during our honeymoon.

We've also been busy planning the wedding. It's a small wedding... but the problem is that we both have big family's. So our version of "small" is probably an average wedding for normal people.

Sadly, this isn't the only wedding we're having. On our one year anniversary, we're going to renew our vows and invite everyone. That includes other mafia's which is pretty difficult being's though we aren't allies with a few of them which can possibly start a war.

Ridiculous, right? It's just a fucking wedding.

Anyway, with us planning the wedding, him having to do extra work, and me having to get familiar to how their mafia works, there's been no time for sex. He's stayed up practically every night this past week and I can tell it's taking a toll on him.

He seems irritated all the time and doesn't give anyone the time of day. Aurora's already got on his ass for staying up all hours of the night and not taking his ass to bed. I even mentioned it last night when he came in make sure I was alright but he insisted on getting his work done.

Which left me bored.

Like yeah, of course I had the other's but I haven't bickered with anyone... except Vinny. He's a fucking idiot who says the stupidest things and when you correct him, he gets all defensive. I tell him I'm just trying to help him but no, he wants to argue and throw a fit.

He acts more like a child than the actual children...

As I wake up this morning, I put my hand out and feel the other side of the bed. Hoping that Leo's laying in it or it's at least warm. Showing that he just woke up early to get last minute shit done.

But no, it's cold.

I groan to myself as I sit up. My hair all tangled and in my face as I push it back and attempt running my fingers through it. They get stuck... of course, so I pull my hand out of my hair and blindly reach for the hair tie on the bed side table.

Instead, I'm greeted with my hand hitting a bowl. I gasp as I quickly grab it and pull it over to me. I release the breath I was holding as I look into the bowl and see there's grapes.

Leo's been placing a bowl of grapes on my bedside table in the middle of the night that's saying "I'm sorry I've decided to constantly work and deprive myself from some sleep and you from a mind blowing orgasm. Here's some grapes."

It's a sweet gesture and I appreciate. Especially because I've really wanted some grapes lately but Rocco's been eating them all whenever they enter this fucking house.