What She Doesn't Know

Chapter 13

"Do you want to join me, Leo?" He was caught off guard by her suggestion. He hadn't taken a shower with her in over five months and his body heated up like a hormonal teenager. The urge to slap himself across the face was strong.

Clearing his throat, he declined, claiming he needed to get more work done. The reality of the situation was that he needed to increase the space between them, not enhance it. She wasn't happy with his response, but she supposed it's what she got for being elusive with him. "Okay, but I need to talk to you after."

He nodded, not really paying attention to her as he read the messages coming into his phone. It was blowing up with notifications from his men as to where Spektor had last been seen. As long as he wasn't near their house, he couldn't care less at the moment. Isabella was safe and so was Derek. That's all he needed for comfort at the moment.

Meanwhile, Isabella attempted to steady her nerves as she thought of what she should tell him. Everything concerning Dr. Hans, imbecile. She knew and yet she was terrified. Would he walk out on her? Would he divorce her on the spot?

Was their marriage that unstable that she was worried about telling him about her lunch outings with Dr. Hans? It wasn't just the two lunch outings: it was the little moments where he would open up to her and allow her to speak her mind. It was the fear of falling into something more than that, that terrified her into withholding information from him.

Her time in the shower was up, she knew. Adorning her regular pajamas which consisted of her shorts and a tank top, she entered into the bedroom. Leo was too into his phone that he hadn't noticed his wife standing in front of him. "Leo, we need to talk."

He looked up from his phone and grit his teeth. If she wanted to talk, why of all things did she have to wear that? It was her normal choice of clothing to wear to bed, he knew. Yet he figured the conversation they were going to have was going to be heavier than he was prepared for.

His mind was reeling with possibilities. Did she figure out who he was, what his actual job title consisted of? Did she find the gun hidden in his drawer of the nightstand? He needed to move that somewhere else if she didn't just in case.

Isabella's hands were twitching as she played with her fingers. Her blue eyes downcast and her wet hair framing her face, cascading down her chest and back. What was she so worried about?

"I have to tell you something. But you have to promise me that you won't get mad enough to awaken Derek. You can do whatever you'd like, but don't wake him up." When he solely blinked, she took in a deep breath and exhaled everything that had occurred with her and Dr. Hans. She informed him about her feelings: both good and bad. She also told him about him moving to her floor and only seeking her out to get to know her. She was shaking in the end. Tears of shame staining her red cheeks.

All the while, Leo sat attentively as he listened to her. His hands clenched and unclenched. The urge to strangle her was great, but the urge to put a bullet through Dr. Hans' head was magnified. He couldn't believe it, yet he couldn't blame her. A man was showing her affection and he barely had the time of day for her.

He couldn't stand her cries, nor could he stand to look at her right now. She really hadn't done anything wrong, but it was Isabella they were talking about. The untainted creature now married to a mafia don. Perhaps he had to divorce her and let her be free. But what would that accomplish? He couldn't allow Dr. Hans to get his grubby little hands and puny little dick on her.

If it was attention she desired, it was attention she was going to receive. "Come here."

This clearly caught her off guard. "W-what?"

He sighed, not liking to repeat himself. "Come here, Isa. Let me show you how a real man pays homage to his wife."

A beautiful blush flowed up from her chest, up her neck, and up to her cheeks. She slowly walked towards him. He held out his hand for her to take, which she gently did. He pulled her to his chest, falling backward on the bed.

Their lips were close to touching, something that hadn't occurred in a while. Their eyes scorching each other, bursting with desire for one another. His hand pushed a stray piece of hair away from her blue eyes, securing it behind her ear.

Relishing the feel of his gentle touch, she closed her eyes and basked in the feeling. His even breath fanned across her face, tickling her cheeks. "The last time I was this close to you, we were fighting."

He let out a slight chuckle. "Yeah, and I won."

Her jaw fell open and she hit her fist against his solid chest. "You did not! I distinctly remember clipping you with my foot and you running off for work."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but who helped you to get out of the hold?"

Instead of answering, she lowered her lips to his and kissed him slowly. Their lips moved together in sync, their passion beginning slow and harmoniously. It was like a breath of fresh air for both of them as they finally caved into their desire to feel each other's lips against their own.

His hands smoothed around her body as his lips descended down her jaw to her neck. A gasp left her lips as he sucked on a certain spot that always made her weak in the knees. His hands explored her backside, resting firmly on her ass.

"Let me take care of you, baby," he whispered huskily into her ear. He kissed the shell of her ear, smirking as he felt her body shudder against his.

His fingertips grasped the bottom of her tank top and lifted it above her head, throwing it on the ground once it was removed from her body. Her breasts bounced in place and his eyes stared longingly at them, unaware of just how deprived of her body he was. She stood up from the bed and smirked when she saw him frown. Removing the rest of her pajamas, she stood before him, vulnerable in her nakedness.

He stood from the bed as well, removing every article of clothing that would hinder them from each other. Her cheeks swelled with color and her pussy leaked with hunger. How long had it been? Damn, she was deprived for way too long.

He noticed her thought process and saw as a tear of liquid ran down the inside of her leg. Holy hell. He kissed her feverishly, not wanting his skin to depart from his. Skin flushed against skin, they relished in each other's grasps.

Moans of pleasure and caresses of promises littered their night as the blissfully became one.