MARRIED TO THE MOB BOSS

Chapter 22

Oliver's pov

It's been a full week, and malikai hasn't said one word to me. He lets me sneak into his room every night, and he still hugs and cuddles me to sleep, but he hasn't said a word to me. I get that he is angry, but the silent treatment is too harsh of a punishment.

I've just finished making dinner, and malikai should be home in a few minutes, so I dished up for him and poured him some of his favorite wine.
As I finished preparing, the front door opened, and in walked my husband.

We just looked at each other. I tried giving him a little smile, but he looked away before walking upstairs. I took a deep breath before sitting down and waiting for him to come back down. When he eventually came, we sat and ate together.

"How was the food?" I asked after we finished eating. He looked up at me, shocked because I've never made an attempt to speak to him recently. "It was good," he finally said before standing up to walk away. I wanted to call him back, but I stopped myself .I really missed him caring about me, but at the same time, I have too much pride to apologize.

I remained in the dining room drinking Malikai's wine. Before I knew it, I had finished the bottle. I walked to the wine cellular to fetch another bottle. I was drunk and staggering . I took a bottle but lost balance and swayed, causing the bottle to fall on the ground and break .

The sound of the shattering glass echoed throughout the house .I bent down to pick up the glass shrades, but they cut my finger . I screamed in pain as I was too drunk to notice how dramatic I was being. As I was about to continue picking up the shrades, Malikai's dominatingly deep voice spoke.

"Don't move, Oliver," he said as he started walking towards me . He looked so fucken sexy with only grey sweat pants on with his big dick bulging out slightly indicating that he had no underwear on."what happened" he asked concerned as he gently pulled me away from the glass and took a look at my hand.

"I-I dont k-know, one minute I was there then I was here ... they boom is split and all the pretty crystals spread out on the floor, "I said, unable to think straight, let alone stand straight . Malikai chuckled at my dumb incoherent words before carrying me with my thighs . My legs wrapped around his waist as he walked us to the bathroom.

He put me on the bathroom counter before taking the first aid kite from the drawer and cleaning my wound. He then bandaged my 3 hurt fingers before kissing them and then kissing my forehead. "Does it hurt, princess?" he asked softly as he starred into my eyes.

"Yes but not as much as you ignoring me daddy" I said without even thinking. "Im sorry for all the things I said to you, Daddy. I didn't mean them, and I know I was wrong. Please forgive me please," I said with tears brimming at my eyes. I wanted to cry because my feelings of guilt mixed with the alcohol over stimulated me.

"Ohhh fuck now I cant even be mad at you when you look so adorable" he said as he wiped away the stray tears that escaped onto my cheeks."I forgive you love but we will talk more about this tomorrow when you are sober okay "he said with soft expression."okay "I said before leaning onto his chest.

He then carried me to our bedroom before helping me change. He then tucked me in and was about to leave, but I begged him to stay .I was tired of sleeping in a cold bed alone and having to sneak into the guest room. My husband slept in every night .I wanted him here with me, cuddling me,kissing me,running his hands all over my body while he whispered dirty or cute things in my ears depending on the mood.

He gave in to my please and slept with me. Although we weren't as close as we usually are, we were closer than we were 2 days ago, which is a huge improvement.

Malikai's pov

A drunk Oliver is one I love very much. He is so honest, open, and vulnerable. I can't even lie when he apologized the coldness in my heart melted immediately. I couldn't bear to see him crying for all the wrong reasons.

Olivers words hurt me a lot. I went through every day of this week wondering if he meant all those things he said . I love him so much that hearing him regret our marriage broke me . I could barely focus at work, and I could barely sleep.

As all this was happening, I was angry, and unfortunately for him, john received the short end of the stick because he was who I released my anger on . That piece of shit was getting what he deserved. He's the one who made oliver this way, and until I see him laying limbless on the floor, I will not rest .

I turned to see Oliver's peaceful face . His lips were pouted and plump as he snored softly. I kissed his cheek as I pulled him closer to me by his waist. I missed him emotionally, mentally, physically, and sexually.

I missed his corny jokes and sassy attitude. His hardworking nature and his husbandy nature. I missed everything about him, especially his body. The thought of him sitting on my dick bouncing his pretty thick plump ass on me as he rides me made me hard.

The thoughts of his moaning voice as I dominate him and slap his pretty ass made me pull him closer. I smelled his smell and fell asleep to thoughts of how things would be after the storm.