Marciano's Mistake

Twelve

(Leona's outfit⬆⬆⬆)

Marciano POV

I woke up feeling a pounding headache as I got outve bed.

What happened last night?

I look around seeing I was in my bedroom. How did I get here?

I remember myself being at the bar.

Then the rest was a blur.

I sat up on my bed seeing as there was a packet of Advil and a bottle of Fiji water by the nightstand table.

After I could feel the world stop spinning, I walked out of my room seeing the familiar frame of my tall wife making herself breakfast.
She was wearing a black cardigan like crop top that showed her beautiful tan skin, her silky, curly locks were laid back against her back as she was wearing a matching black bootie shorts and black nike airway runners.

Did she go running in that?!!

She turns around looking up at me and I pale up seeing the bruise on her cheek bone.

Memories after memories, I discovered the cause of that ugly bruise on her breathtaking face.
It was from me.....

I felt guilty, every fibre of my being, guilty at what I'd done. Its not even a full month of my wife and I's marriage and I'm already hitting her.

"Your breakfast" she whispers not meeting my eyes anymore as she placed a plate of food in front of me.

"Leona I'm-" she cut me off.

"Its fine. Is Cynthia joining us for breakfast?" She asked changing the topic,just as I was gonna say I was sorry for my actions.
And why the hell is she worried about Cynthia?I thought she would hate Cynthia....

I go to speak but there was a knock at the door.

She stands up, walking to the door and opened it.

I hear her chatting with someone and I see it was Cynthia.
She and Cynthia hug as she let Cynthia in.

What the fuck is happening?

"Your breakfast is in the microwave. I'm just gonna get changed" I heard Leona say softly as she leaves.
My eyes followed her figure as she leaves closing the door softly as she was in her room now. I slumped against my chair.

"What happened to her face?did you do that?" Cynthia asks raising her voice at me.

I nodded feeling ashamed of myself.

"You're fucking sick!doing that to your own wife! Would you do that to me?!to our baby?!!" I looked up at her.

"Don't bring up the bullshit of that child being mine cause I know it isn't mine. I know you've been fucking my bodyguard" she looked shocked.

"How did you?....."  I snorted.

"Well, some days when I came to see you at your hotel room I'd hear you screaming Carlo's name in pleasure so I think I got a fair idea" I said eating my bacon.

This is good.

"Fuck you. Treat your wife well before its too late Marciano. I saw the way your best man kept staring at her during the wedding. You might wanna start treating her like the queen she deserves to be treated like cause believe or not, there are men out there waiting for the first chance they get. Just lining up,waiting for you to make that mistake they're wishing for you to make. She's a woman Marciano,you don't fucking hit a woman no matter what! and don't even think about blaming it on the alcohol, cause you and I both know that isn't the case. Get your fucking shit together and apologize even if it means bruising your big ass ego, do it for the sake of your wife and wealth " with that she left shutting the door hard.

This left me thinking about what she said.
My best man?my own best friend staring at MY wife?

(A/N: was that all you heard?😒😒😒)