The King and Queen

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I lead the way to my office. Arensio and his men followed.

I'm used to men staring at me so it is easy to ignore them but the stares that Arensio gives me send chilling shivers down my spine.

I see two of my bouncers/guards stand outside my office door. When they see me the one of the left, Joe, opens the door for me. I turn to face Arensio.

"Your men will have to stay outside," I tell him.

He turns to his men and nods his head. I walk into my office and Arensio follows. He takes a seat in the chair that is in front of my desk.

I walk over to my bar and grab two glasses and a bottle of Hennessy. I hand one to him and he takes it. I unscrew the top and pour it into his glass.

"Thank you," he said.

I pour some into my glass and walked around to take a seat.

"What business do you wanna discuss? Is it about the insurance fee because I have already paid it ?" I said.

To get insured by one of the 7 major families, you have to pay a hefty fee each month for however long.

"As you may know my father died six months ago and I am currently head of my family. Just recently my father's will come through," he says.

"I'm sorry to cut you short but what does this have to me," I say. Arensio slams his glass down on the table. I flinch a little.

"Don't interrupt me," he said darkly.

"As I was saying my father's will states that I have to be married and if I am not the position will go to one of my cousins," he continues.

I nod my head still not understanding what this has to do with me. Well, I've read enough books to have some understanding of what he may be asking.

"What does that have to do with me?" I asked again

"I want you to be my wife," he said.

The silence between us was deafening.

I began to giggle which turned into a chuckle which turned into me hunched over laughing. My laughter begins to calm down and wipe the tear from my eyes.

"I haven't laughed that hard since I was a teenager,"

My vision began to clear up and I see that Arensio's face is serious. "You're serious,"

"Yes,"

"Why me?"

"Why not you? You are beautiful, smart, and headstrong. You have a motherly tendency to look after others I've seen it. You also have amazing childbearing hips..."

"Oh fuck you,"

"And when we are married you will watch that tone around me or ill have to put those lips of yours to a better use,"

This man is giving me a migraine.

"Why couldn't you ask someone else? Like one of your side pieces. I'm not on the market, and besides, I wouldn't be a good wife anyway"

"I wouldn't make a good husband either but we won't be married for long just a year or so or long enough for us to produce a child,"

"There is no way I am marrying you and having your baby,"

"Are you sure? The last I heard you owe a lot of money to a lot of people, people that I know personally. it would be a shame if anything happened to this club," he said.

"Then you would pay for it since you and your family ensure this place," I said.

"Well, I wouldn't say that. You have been behind on a few payments," he says.

Shit.

He stands up and fixes his suit jacket.

Shit.

I can feel his eyes on me as he walks over to my side of the desk but I'm not paying attention to him just trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.

My chair turned around bringing my mind out of the haze. His deep dark eyes pour into mine making me feel nervous and aroused.

"So what's your answer, Tesoro" (sweetheart ).

His eyes undress me and I feel so naked under him. But I do wonder how it would feel if I were naked under him.

The feeling of his warm and sweaty body on top of mine, I wonder how his big hands will grab my hair as he's thrust into me and how deep his voice can get when his curses in Italian, the sound of his groans mixed in with my moan. maybe being his wife wont be so bad.

Valencia snap the fuck out of it!

"I can see it," he whispers.

He brings his face next to mine so that his lips are to my ear. "I see how your thigh is pressed together, I see how your mind is drifting off to what can happen when we are married. you're imagining me fucking you which is making you wet right now," he whispers into my ear which sends this warmness through my body. I can practically feel his lips on my earlobes.

He pulls his head away from my ear and fully faces me.

"So what do you say  become my wife and we can set up whatever conditions you want in the contract,"

I look into his eyes and this rage just fills me.

Who the hell does this asshole think he is?

I slowly stood and faced him.

"Get the fuck out of my office,"

He smiles and reaches inside his pocket. He pulls out a card and places it between my breasts and leaves.

I snatch the card out.

"FUCK!"