Waking up with someone was very different. Usually by the time I'm awake everyone is gone and the house is empty. But this wasn't a house but instead a private villa in Dubai. I wake up from sleeping on the couch since she didn't want to sleep in the same bed with me, something about being a boxer in bed but I wanted to be next to her for some odd reason. With what happened in the car, I couldn't sleep because she was on my mind. The way she spoke, the way she kissed me and the way I wanted to just fuck her in the back of s moving car was insane. I had a dream of her naked body but I woke up due to the hardness of my dick. I went to the shower and when I came back she was already in the shower. "Would you like some breakfast?" I ask as I wear some sweatpants to head to the kitchen. "Yeah. Make me some scrambled eggs and bacon please." She's being nice. Too nice, something is definitely wrong. "Ok anything else?" I ask her waiting patiently by the bathroom door for answers. "Yes. Can I also get some coffee and maybe order me some holy water please?" Why in the world would she need holy water? "Sure thing." I say and roll my eyes as I head out to make some breakfast for the both of us. After 30 minutes she finally comes down the stairs and she's wearing my shirt. It looked gorgeous on her body and her nipples were showing through the shirt. "I didn't bring extra clothes and plus I didn't wanna wear that wedding dress again." She tells as she sits down but the island and spins around on the chair. I gave her some food and set down as she drank coffee. "So how was sleeping on the couch?" She asks with a devil smile. "It was fantastic." I sat with a sarcastic smile. She laughs, the girl actually laughs and her laugh was a very beautiful one. I look at her and smile, looking at those lips wanting to taste them again. She stops laughing when she senses me looking at her and she continues eating. "Don't mind me asking." I tell her as I took a final sip of coffee. "Why did u want holy water?" I ask her out of curiosity, she giggled her lungs out. It sounded so hot. "Well.. " she catches her breath before saying something i didn't expect for her to say. "You won't believe this but I called Vanessa and guess what?" "What?" I raise my brow as I waited for the answer, she laughs again then said "She was having sex with your brother." After saying that she broke down into a fit of laughter. I looked at her like she was joking maybe she was because of the laughing. "Are you serious?"I asked as I refused to believe my brother just lost his virginity. "You wanna hear it yourself?" She asks then takes her phone and dails Vanessa. "What!" You could hear the bed moving in the background. "My hubby says hey." She says as she tries to hold back her laughter. "Hey... Shit!! Marcus!!"Ok nope I'm not dealing with this. "Marcus! Ahh!" "Come on babygirl give me the last one." That's really my brother having sex dang I feel proud. "Ah!!! Marcus!" "Hey bro! I love you bye!" Marcus says before ending the call. Zorya is on the floor laughing like s hyena, I laughed with her for a few seconds before she calmed down. "She's gonna hate me" She says as she stands up and drinks water to calm down. "Dang! Marcus is getting it while I sit and be horny! Unfair!" I tell her slamming my fist onto the island. "I can help." Zorya says sitting on the island exposing her legs from my shirt. "How so?" I ask as I stand between her legs. "I can call a hooker and then you have fun, Ok" this women is insane. "What? But we're married." I tell her stating the obvious. "I know idiota. But do you love me?" She asks and I look at her. Like really look at her, her one blue eye and the other brown. Very beautiful and unique. "No" I answered her honestly. "Then you don't have to worry about me. As your wife, I allow you to go to other women" she told me getting off the island and going up the stairs. "I'll call Someone for myself as well. Bye." She said and slammed the door shut. Why did I feel like I would kill any man that comes near Zorya. I mean we are not actually married so I don't have a sat in what she does. It's her life.
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Mike Romano
FantasyPhilophobia : The fear of falling in Love *** Mike Romano ,Italian Mafia King. New leader of the Italian Mafia. He had everything, from big houses, to big cars, to enough money that he didn't know what to do with that amount of money. He had everyth...