I regret it, the moment I opened my eyes. From the pounding head to vomit taste and excessive dehydration, I figured I was in hell.
It hurt to swallow, to fully open my eyes. The curtains were still closed so I was thankful for that. I curled my body inward, wanting to sleep it off but it wasn't working.
I held my hands close to my face, sniffing in what seemed to be iron. I took a few blanks, trying to properly place my vision into function. Ignoring the headache, I sat upward and looked down to see red streaks all over my knuckles. My eyes gap open and I threw my legs off the bed only to regret it more. The headache.
I held my head, stumbling my way into the restroom; knocking over some items on the counter. The light clicked on to reveal messy hair and disheveled pajamas.
There was a large cut on the side of my lip and, a bruise on my cheekbone. Immediately, I check my body for any other marks; only to find a sharp cut across my neck.
I stumbled back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone. "Good morning Mrs.Maranzano," the man said.
"Bring me the records of the cameras in the living room, hallway, and bedroom from last night," I said quickly then groaned at the stinging pain "And some aspirin." I ended the call, nuzzling back into bed; praying I didn't do anything indecent.
"Shit. Shit. Shit," I grumbled under my breath; pondering my memories but it refused to surface.
The last thing I remember was talking to Stefano about something about space.
After a good half an hour, there was a knock on the door. I waited until the other side said something before responding: "Mrs.Maranzano. I brought everything you requested."
Quickly, I opened the door and grabbed the items. He flinched, taking a step back causing my brows to inch together. "Thank you." I forgot that I shouldn't nicely thank people who do stuff for me and to make up for it; I slammed the door in his face.
I threw the aspirin into my mouth and drank the whole glass of water. I grabbed the USB, plugged it into the laptop, and opened the files.
The white triangle froze in front of the screen. I didn't feel any aching pain between my legs and I still have my clothes, but I needed to make sure I'm still faithful. I prayed. "God. Please, tell me I did not cheat on my incredibly powerful, scary, and healthily alive husband. Amen." I made a cross before pressing play.
His thumb brushed against my lower lip, "And so...innocent." He pushed me down on the couch. The glass shattered against the tile ground; splattering the wine all over, "It makes a man want to destroy it."
I pressed paused and took a deep breath. "What the fuck is wrong with the people in the mafia? Destroy what!" I screamed inside the empty room. I increased the volume, attempting not to cringe at the words spoken. It felt like watching a bad Spanish soap opera.
His hand caressed my outer thigh; hot lips brushed on my earlobe, "Are you afraid?"
"Of what?"
"Of defilement."
I paused once more and pressed my fingers against my temples. I pressed my elbows against the glass table; wondering why I didn't mind it when Anthony said those types of words but when Stefano did - it felt creepy.
Perhaps, this is where attraction comes into play.
I'm not saying that Anthony and I record each other saying those types of things. However, I won't deny how he may say something similiar in bed and we may or may not record some bed scenes.
I'm not proud of the things I agreed to do with Anthony.
I pressed play.
I laughed my ass off when he said the word defilement. "Oh, holy lord. Did you just say-" I cracked even harder, slapping his back, "Please, tell me. You weren't trying to seduce me just now." I pushed him away.
