The Boss's Heir

Chapter 78

Cay's heart clinched as she watched Enzo and Vittorio bring in a very drunk and very passed out Marco.

Berto had called Andre, who in turn came and found Cay. He told her that Marco had seen the video that Adelaide sent and then he saw the video feed from The Cells.

Andre stood outside their bedroom, in case she needed help but all she did was take his shoes and socks off and covered him with a blanket.

Pain pills and a bottle of water would be next, which she put on the bedside table and then she pulled a chair up next to the bed, covered herself with a blanket and fell into a restless sleep.

Feeling like she was being watched, Cay slowly opened her eyes and stretched her head side to side.

Marco was sitting up on the edge of their bed, his forearms were resting on his thighs as his head hung down.

Cay threw off the blanket and went to her knees in front of her husband and lifted his chin up.

She was greeted by pain filled orbs that just screamed I'm sorry! Rising to her knees, she was right up against him, her hands clasping his face while she placed feathery kisses all around.

"You're my husband" she said with one kiss. "You're my best friend" she said with another. "You did nothing wrong" came another kiss. "I love you" she said with another one. "You are mine." That was the final kiss before she laid her forehead against his.

"I don't know what to do" Marco muttered. Cay placed her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest; his heart beat wildly indicating the stress he was under.

"We will do what we always do.  We will love each other, love our son, get ready for our daughter and take care of our famiglia.  This is who we are, this is what we do."  Cay prayed he would hold on to that like a lifeline and never let go.

"I'm not sure what I did to deserve you" he mumbled.  She had to tread very carefully here and she knew it.

She stood up, pushing on his knees for support, then held out her hand; he accepted it and they walked into the bathroom.

Once the shower was started, Cay undressed herself, then went over to where her husband was leaning against the counter, head down and eyes closed.

Not saying a word, just letting her actions speak for her, she started unfastening his belt then his dress pants were next.

His breath hitched as she worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt and letting it hang open.

"May I kiss you?" She asked softly.  Drawing in a haggard breath, he nodded as Cay placed a feathery kiss above his heart.

"May I take your shirt off now?"  Again he nodded as she removed his dress shirt, throwing it to the chair.

"Let me hold you, mi amore" she said, sliding her hands under his arms, gripping the backside of his broad shoulders.

His arms snaked slowly around her waist while he laid his head on her shoulders, accepting the comfort she was giving him.

He never made a sound, but Cay knew he was crying.  She could feel the tears running down her arm; she couldn't help her tears at this point, so she didn't try, she just let them simply fall.

There is no difference between a man being raped than a woman, as far as the emotions and feelings they deal with.

Marco felt helpless but at the same time he didn't understand why he couldn't stop it.

He felt like he cheated, but again, he was incapacitated and couldn't have stopped it.

He would go through the five stages:  denial, anger, reasoning, depression and then acceptance.  And she would see him through it all, no matter how he treated her, no matter how angry he got.  She was his Donna, his queen and this would surely put her to the test.

"Marco, I need you to let me take off your dress pants baby, then we can get in the shower" he lifted his head at her words and nodded.

Careful not to yank or tug, she smoothly slid them down to the floor, along with his underwear.

His semi hard c*ck told her that he was struggling with letting her touches turn him on and as much as she wanted him to bend her over, this wasn't about her, it was about him.

Taking his hand, she led him into the shower and had him sit on the bench; grabbing the shampoo, she took care of his needs.

The fragrant shampoo carried his scent, the one she loved, as she scraped her nails along his scalp, the more it lathered, releasing the smell.

He groaned quietly while she massaged his head, his temples and the back of his neck; he let her know in his own way that it was helping him.

"Lean back" she said, getting his hair wet she rinsed the shampoo from his hair and then reached for her conditioner.

She had a means to an end using her product, that every time he smelled it, he would think only of her.

While it sat in his hair, she took his body wash and squirted some on a soft rag and started at his shoulders, needing to be careful of his injuries the lower she went.

Her heart broke whenever she looked at his eye, still swollen and pissed off looking, she knew it had to hurt.

Dropping to her knees, she got his chest and then went to his right under arm.

Moving it up, just enough to get the rag in there, she didn't want him raising it too far; she noticed the bandage still in place and there was no sign of blood.

After getting his legs and feet, she stood and went around to his back, massaging and caressing the tightness that was struggling under the weight he was bearing.

Cay took the nozzle from the shower head, turned it on the gentlest setting and rinsed his back.  She could see he was relaxing somewhat and she hoped it was helping.

Moving to the front, she repeated her actions, getting his body free of soap, she used the attachment to rinse out the conditioner.

As she stood in front of him, he moved for the first time since they'd been in the shower.

He placed his hands on his wife's belly, leaned forward, with a wince, and kissed her.

"Belle, mi princepessa.  It's daddy.  Ti amo my darling."  That was all he said before engulfing Cay's lower body with his arms.

She let him have what he needed, only touching his hair for comfort and letting him know she accepted his affection.

"Cay?" He said very softly.  "Si, mi tesoro?" She answered.

He looked up, his eyes pleading with hers.

"Will you kiss me?"

Without saying a word, she lowered her mouth to just above hovering, keeping her eyes open for one last show of approval and getting it, she brushed her lips to his.

It only took a moment for his mouth to part, inviting her's to do the same, as they took each other greedily.

Their soft moans echoed through out the shower while they continued their indulgence; Cay slipped to her knees, needing his body to touch hers.

"Tell me baby.  Tell me what to do" she begged.

"Just touch me, anywhere.  Just let me know that you aren't disgusted by me."  His plea was heartbreaking, cracking hers wide open.

Making her way down his body, her mouth found his erection, hard and throbbing just begging for her mouth; she parted her lips, taking him until he exploded with a pained pleasure.

She would be his heroine, like he'd been her hero, until he could make his way back, she would be all things to him, when he needed her.