The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Twenty Five

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Carmelo's POV

I slowly stretch my body out on the bed as I come out of my sleep, the bed that I've been longing for so long.

Adriana let me stay in the same bed as her last night, but has yet to let me put a fucking hand on her. Sleeping in the same bed together and not being able to touch her, hold her, kiss her, is definitely worse than sleeping alone in the guest room, it's fucking torture.

I turn beside me to find her side of the bed empty.

I frown and turn back around to grab the new iPhone that's lying face flat on the nightstand, instantly relieved that I don't have over thirty messages on my screen.

Don't get me wrong, I definitely do miss the excitement, the dramatics, the adrenaline it brought, but then again I was always used to that lifestyle, I didn't know anything else.

It wasn't until over a month ago where I realized how much I was overworking myself and my body, how much I missed out on my marriage, my son. I definitely didn't wanna make that same mistake with my grandson. After so many years of keeping my guard up, looking over my shoulder it was finally easier to fall asleep, easier to sleep in longer, but breaking out of tedious habits was harder than I thought.

The time on my phone reads 6:14 am, 16 minutes before my alarm is due to go off and this woman is already up; she's never up this early unless I'm waking her up to go on a trip, my queen loves her beauty sleep so what the fuck has her awake at the crack of dawn.

My ears quickly pick on a noise coming from the left of me where the bathroom is. She's showering? Why the fuck is she showering so god damn early.

I set the phone back down on the night stand as Adriana cracks the bathroom door open and is walking out a second later, entirely fucking naked, her body glistening with water droplets, her hair dry and up in a clip.

This woman will be the death of me.

It takes almost everything in me not to rip this fucking duvet off of me and fly out of this bed rushing over to her, throw her over my shoulder and bring her back to bed.

She's definitely not making it easy on me, not that I expected her to, but this is the hardest she's ever made me fight for her.

We're in the same fucking room and yet she feels so far away from me, she's keeping her distance from me, pushing me away, pushing me out, and I'm afraid I won't be able to win her back this one time.

I keep my eyes trained on her, taking in every fucking inch of her, missing her more than I did five minutes ago. I miss her touch, her gentleness, the way she felt wrapped around me; this is the longest that I've gone without being inside her and it's fucking hell.

I inhale a deep breath watching her walk towards our walk in closet. "That's not fair, Adri, that's dirty.."

"It's actually clean," she smirks, shrugging her shoulders as she disappears in the closet.

I smile knowing what she's referring to, instantly letting myself fall back on the bed and reach for a pillow beside me, placing it on top of my face, nearly wanting to scream out in frustration.

I don't know how much more of this I can take, I don't know how much more I can apologize to her, make her see my reasoning. I hate that she hates me. I'm not a patient man to begin with and I know she's using that to her advantage because she knows exactly how and where to hit me.