8 months later…
Becky stroked Marcello’s chest hairs as she watched him breath gently on the bed beside her.
It was eight months from when they had first met and Becky was still head over heels over Marcello. ‘He is just too handsome for his own good,’ Becky would continuously say to herself when she looked at him.
Marcello clutched Becky’s left hand and brought it to his lips. “What are you doing girl?” he said softly pecking it.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
Marcello’s eyes fluttered open. He turned towards Becky and kissed her some more.
“I love waking up to you in the mornings,” he breathed. He cradled her in his thick, built arms and squeezed her.
With Becky having an affair with Marcello behind her husband’s back, it wasn’t very often that she could stay the night at Marcello’s apartment unless Aaron was out of London for a business trip.
Becky squeezed Marcello back and rubbed the bridge of her nose against his own. She reached her arm over Marcello’s back to feel for his phone which he always kept by his pillow. She unlocked the phone and smiled at the screen. It was a photo of the two making a funny face.
“Aww, Marcello you are too cute. Every time I look at your phone, you always have a different picture of us,” Becky said with a baby voice.
“Shurrup!” Marcello said trying to grab hold of his phone by playfully wrestling her.
“Get off me!” Becky screamed in a high pitch voice. Marcello tumbled with Becky some more until he was on top of her. He looked down at Becky squirming and struggling to break free and smiled.
“Awww who is a baby now?” Marcello cooed in a baby voice.
Becky attempted one last time to break free then stopped. “You’re such a bully! I hate you!”
Marcello sniggered and softly pecked Becky on the lips. “No. You love me.”
He rolled over and as he did so, Becky cheekily smacked his bum.
“Hey! You don’t want me to kick your arse again!”
“Don’t you even think about it,” said Becky sitting up.
Marcello stood up and stretched his arms. “What time is it?” he said in between yawns.
Becky looked at his phone again. “Oh my gosh, ten minutes past one.”
“You serious! Babe, we got to stop lying in bed all day,” said Marcello putting on his clothes from the night before that were scattered across the floor. Becky's toes curled inwards as she caught a last glimpse of Marcello's ribbed abs before he pulled down his shirt.
“Put your clothes on," he said tossing Becky her bundle of clothes that somehow got aparthied across his room. "Let me make you something to eat.”
Becky watched Marcello trail off into the kitchen and beamed to herself in delight. Being with Marcello just made her feel so happy and she loved spending every second with him. Even though Becky was five years older than Marcello and he often goofed around with her, Becky saw Marcello much more of a man and more fun to be around with than her oversensitive, clingy husband.
“Babes, you coming or what?” Marcello called from the kitchen.
“Be there in a sec!” she yelled as she whipped her hair towards her neck so she could do up her bra. Becky quickly buttoned up her Chanel blouse and pulled up her jeans and skipped into the kitchen.
