Love Does Cost A Thing

Book one: Chapter thirty two

Luigi's POV

It's currently Wednesday, the day the engineers from Stalin Air are coming over to the company to show us the model of our first aircraft. I remember father being impressed with the work I did in Moscow and said I was a true son of Gianni. He was only happy, the company's finances is going to soar higher: one thing Ive known about Gianni men, they love money and will do anything to have it with them for eternity.

He was also proud of my achievements in the company so far and commented on how I look different. According to him, I look more radiant, more understanding and not easily angry, in short he said I'm more matured. It's all thanks to the love of my life, my wife, Zuri.

Speaking of Zuri, I miss her so much. I had call from my dad for a meeting when I was with her at home so I had to drive her to her mother's, unfortunately, the meeting lasted till late evening, preventing me from having her over beside me on bed, cuddling till we fall asleep.

This love thing has made me softer and humane, I now prefer to cuddle, hold hands and share space with Zuri. I want her beside me every time, inhaling her vanilla scent which is a total turn on, tease her and braid her hair: yes my newest hobby, all because of love.

I now utter a silent prayer or two anytime I go to bed and when I wake up too, thanking God for my life and Zuri's and sending her into my life. Her smiles are my daily motivation, to get up and put a smile on her face and make her feel special and truly loved.

Where's my love? I haven't seen her around since I came to work an hour ago. Is she okay? Or has her mother's illness surged? What really has made her not come yet, I need to call her and check up on her. Heavens forbid if something bad has happened to her.

The angel of my life came right through the door, just when I picked up my phone to call her. Her face was radiating happiness and everything about her, I looked at the ring on her finger and felt proud I put it there and I own her. I was fast in pinning her down lest these thirsty men out there came her way.

"Good morning cara mia." I greeted her cheerily. My heart warmed seeing her and so did my whole being. I feel lighter and happier? Yeah.

"Great morning Mr Gianni, how you holding up."

"Not much, I miss you." I sat her on my lap, holding her gaze which faltered in seconds. I love how she's still shy and innocent.

"I know, I miss you too, more maybe?" She creased her brows like she was thinking so hard about a complex maths problem, pouting and making her lips so damn irresistible.

I claimed her lips in an instant, slowly and then roughly as the session become intoxicating. She sent her fingers into my hair, raking it and pulling me closest to her. Mnnh.

It turned out into a steamy and intoxicating make out session that left me with a messy hair and Zuri with an opened blouse, swollen lips and hickeys, a big one on her the upper side of her neck. It's too exposed and can easily be seen by anyone, I should have been gentle, we're at work and she's going to go around the building per what work she was doing.

"I came here to inform you of your meeting only to end up with this." She told me pointing to her swollen lips as I buttoned her button up blouse.

"I'll be gentle next time babes." I kissed her lips, an action she gladly welcomed, lacing her hands around my neck. "Weren't you complaining a second ago?" I muttered against her lips.

"Who wouldn't welcome your delicious and intoxicating lips?" She asked me, looking into her mirror that I've kept around with lipstick and other stuffs here for her, for moment like this that we end up looking disheveled Uh huh, I've prepared so much for office French kissing and making out.