Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 290

Luca’s POV

“Uh, no. No, I don’t” She finally responded in a small voice, after a few more seconds had passed. She

knew what exactly it was that I wanted, knew that I needed her to respond to me vocally, but had

purposely refused to not do that – until I had called out her name the way I did, some moments ago.

Someone’s definitely getting a settling spanking tonight, I thought silently to myself as I hummed a little,

giving her a pointed look for a few seconds, right before I turned around and started to head towards

the entrance of the sitting room, and not before I slipped a glance at Armani who was staring down at

his thighs, obviously trying to make himself as small as possible, to make him become as invisible as

ever– as soon as he had realized the whole thing that had been happening between the both of us.

I made my way out of the sitting room, making my way through the hallway and around the part that led

into the kitchen. I headed straight into the walk-in freezer, fishing out a bottle of drink after a few

moments. I remained inside the freezer, feeling the cold of the freezing walls seeping into my clothes

as I popped the drink open and allowed the cold liquid to spill down my throat really slowly.

After a couple of minutes had passed, I finally started to make my way out of the walk in freezer. I

paused after walking past the counter and leaned against it as I slowly sipped my drink. I ended up

sliding into one of the seats right there and then I fished out my phone and started to make my way

around it, tapping against the screen and going into my messages instantly. There was already a long

stream of messages waiting for me in my inbox but I ignored most of them and only checked out the

ones that I knew were important. I checked out James’ own at first, because James was important and

needed to be checked out first. His messages were a whole different thing from being all important,

they were all goofy, goofy and goofy and i found myself grinning a little by the time I was done reading

all his text messages. I started to type in a response after a fleeting moment, huffing out a little breath

as soon as I realized that he was currently online and had instantly started to respond to my recently

sent response.

Apparently, he was currently at a club, and now that I was thinking about it once again, I’ve got to admit

that I didn’t miss the whole clubbing lifestyle the way I used to think I was going to do, when I had still

been contemplating getting married. Now, as it seems, I didn’t think I could ever visit the club on my

own, with Sofia here at home, knowing that I was automatically cheating on her by dancing with any

chick I’d meet at the club, and I know that it was going to break her whole heart if I made to get

sexually interactive with someone else. I shook my head a little, at this point, it didn’t feel like I wasn’t

seeing other women just because of Sofia, I was also doing that because of myself.

I know that I was going to be flooded with a whole lot of guilt and I was going to end up beating myself

up a whole lot, if I attempted to see other women that weren't Sofia. At this very point, I didn’t think I’d

even find partying overnight fun. I’d pick snuggling with my wife over doing that – well, that was except

if Sofia was going to be accompanying me to the supposed club, then perhaps I’d be able to have a

whole lot of fun with her beautiful and sexy self hanging off me.

I was going to have to look through my schedules. One of these days, I was going to make sure to

organize a night for me to take Sofia clubbing. I was going to make it so much worth it for her and it’s

going to be a really fun, hot and interesting night for her. I breathed out a small breath and chuckled a

little at all what James had sent to me, and after a few more seconds, he sent in a video – and by

merely looking at the thumbnail, you’d be acme to tell that it was taken in a club, telling by the darkened

and colorful lights surrounding the whole atmosphere.

I clicked on the video after placing my phone on the spot beside my drink and I asked to lift the drink up

to my lips to drink on a mouthful almost immediately. It didn’t take all that long for me to swallow down

a few more mouthfuls.

Once I was done, I placed the bottle of drink back down and picked up my phone in the next moment,

moving it before me to enable the face identification scanner which worked in a fleeting seconds.

I finally played the video and what I saw made me start to roll my eyes at first. It was a video or

someone giving him a lap dance. The video was very bright and clear and James was singing loudly

along to the music that was playing in the background of the club. The person currently giving James a

lap dance was really thick, and there was once a time that I’d have felt a small stab of jealousy at being

the one who didn’t attend the club in that particular moment and had to settle for recorded clips of my

best friend having fun instead. But now… I didn’t feel any of that. I replayed the video over and over

again but felt nothing, all I was feeling was perhaps, hoping I’d get to a point whereby Sofia would ride

my dick and orgasm a whole lot of times before finally making me orgasm really hard inside of her.

I finally stopped playing the video and commented something about him having fun, and then I started

to make my way out of his inbox. I lifted my head up when the smell of food started to get even more

stronger the next moment and after some time, my stomach started to rumble in hunger.

I went back to doing something on my phone, ignoring my bunch of emails and making my way into my

Instagram. I didn’t think I had ever gone inside of here ever since the moment I posted that picture of Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Sofia, some days ago. There were a whole bunch I’d message requests which I didn’t bother to go

through, because there were a whole lot and I didn’t think I would be able to go through them at this

very moment. Going to my posts, I clicked on my most recent post which was the one of Sofia, and my

mouth might have fallen open a little in surprise as I noticed the amount of engagements I had

managed to gather by that particular post.

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten that kind of engagement on any of my posts here on Instagram before. The

whole thing was a whole lot and I couldn’t believe the amount of numbers I was currently seeing.

The post managed to get over fifteen thousand comments, and over ten million likes, which is really

crazy. At this point, I was sure that If Sofia had an Instagram account and I had tagged it right before I

posted that picture of her, it might have been able to generate over two million new followers from the

whole engagements or this post.

I puffed out a slow breath and went through the collect section a little, the amount of verified accounts I

was seeing in the comment section was making me a little bit dizzy. I didn’t respond to any of the

comments, and noticed that a few people which I follow also commented, including James. I rolled my

eyes a little as I moved out of the post and checked my account, realizing that I had managed to gain

over four million new followers.

All because of that simple picture.

And didn’t that just make me feel a sharp tug of protectiveness towards her in the next moment.

I mean, going through a little bit of the comment section alone made me realize that almost everyone

was simping over her. It wasn’t just men, it included a whole lot of women as well and that didn’t make

me feel better one bit.

Feeling like I needed to put it out there that she was mine and no one else’s, I went into my gallery and

started to look through those pictures which I took of her on the hotel roof, some days ago when we

had dinner with our friends.

I decided to post just two of those pictures, picking one of the pictures of her where she posed alone

looking all pretty and stunning and sexy in a really daring black dress, and then the second one was

one of the few pictures which I had taken or the two of us, with a beautiful smile playing across Sofia’s

face.

I posted the pictures after a couple of moments, without bothering to search for any sort of captions. It

didn’t matter that I had decided not to post those pictures because I didn’t want people to assume that

we were both living a happy life and all tha shitt… Now, I only wanted everyone to see her even more,

while knowing that they can only be able to see but can never be able to touch, because she belonged

to me and no one else.

I puffed out a deep breath and placed my phone on the counter, and then I picked up my bottle of drink

and downed the rest of the content of the drink after a couple of moments.

“Dinner’s ready, Mr Ricci.” Matilda started to speak, making me snap my head up until I was staring at

her and I nodded my head at her a little, right before I slowly placed the now empty bottle on the

counter once again.

“Oh, thank you, Matilda.” I said to her after a fleeting moment, and I slowly pushed myself to my feet.

“The table has been set already, I’m about to go call Sofia and Mr Ricci.” She continued after a couple

of seconds and I shook my head a little as I glanced down at the counter and picked up my phone.

I waved my hand at her dismissively as I started to speak. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about that, I’ll see to it

myself.” I said to her and nodded my head at her response once again, as I turned around and stared

to make my way out of the kitchen. I walked down the hallway really fast and was at the doorway

leading into the sitting after a few minutes.

There was a little background noise coming from nothing but the television which was currently turned

on and I watched as my brother and my wife conversed with each other.

It felt weird to refer to Sofia as my wife inside of my head, she had always felt like ‘Sofia’ or ‘bunny’ to

me, and never liked my wife or anything. Not like I was refusing to acknowledge the fact that she was

my wife, it wasn’t that at all. It was that it always felt weird in a way for me to refer to her as my wife,

because it was unusual for me to do that.

They were both still talking with each other and it looked like they’ve known each other for a while and

not like they’ve just only got to see each other for the first time today. I noticed Sofia giggling at

something Armani had said and it pleased me to realize that she was looking all relaxed and

comfortable beside him.

I began to make my way into the sitting room and both people’s eyes turned around to stare at me at

once.

“Dinner’s ready.” I announced.