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Episode 5

Episode 5

It was midnight when I heard the doorknob twist and the presence of Luciano was all too common for my senses to sit up straight and see him gawking at me like a hawk.

"I didn't fuck her." He simply said but his words held honesty.

"I never said you did." I pointed out.

"But I know that you think that."

"Maybe I do, I don't know. But I do know that I can't tolerate infidelity." I said as I got up from the bed that I was lying on and stood right in front of him. Chest to chest.

"I will never cheat on you. I am an asshole, not a cheater." He promised.

"I know, but I want some sort of assurance that you will not fuck anyone just to scratch an itch."

"I'm not a manwhore." He gritted out.

"Listen to me alright, " I sighed. "I don't want you to date another woman, while you are married to me, it's unfair to all of us. If you find someone, you can divorce me and then start whatever relationship you want.

"I also don't want you to fuck someone else because that's just downright offensive to me and the woman you are having sex with deserves better than an extramarital affair.

"But if you do want to have sex then... Uh, then we can have sex." I blurted out.

Luciano looked at me in awe, admiration, lust, and hidden rage.

"You can't have sex with someone either." He pointed out.

"Of course." I agreed I would never cheat on my partner, however bad he was.

"Or have any relationship." He continued.

I hummed in agreement.

Luciano then grinned at me before leaving the room and possibly to the kitchen since he didn't eat his dinner this evening, leaving behind a sense of comfort and a buzzing sexual tension.

What the fuck did I get into?

***

"If you are going to keep thinking about your sexy as fuck husband then I'm not talking to you." I heard Angela said. I could feel a pout forming on her face by the time I looked up at her.

"I'm not thinking about Luciano." I rolled my eyes. I stared down at the list of products that the cafe needed to order this month.

Should have taken that business loan.

"Hey, it's okay. The cafe is doing great, I'm sure we can buy this shit and still have money left." She assured me as she noticed the worry in my face.

"I know that but our savings is on the warning level. What if we can't manage it?" I sighed.

"Stop worrying, okay. And tell me about your married life." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"What is there to tell? We want to kill each other every day. I'm not sure if this marriage is going to work out or not." The headache forming was nothing foreign, I knew that this marriage was doomed. He was an asshole, I was a bitch when I wanted to be. I wouldn't be surprised if we killed each other in an honor killing.

"I'm sure there is something you guys can agree with."

"Yes, we always agree with the arguments."

"Aw babe. It's okay. If you want, we can kill him together." She said hopefully.

"And go against the whole Italian mafia, no thanks."

"You are no fun." She pouted.

"I'm very much fun, now go back to work," I ordered.