The Mafia & The Billionaire

Alex’s POV

They’d seen her naked, and it was okay with her? She was running around our bedroom in her pajamas and hadn’t even seen her shoulders. But have her men, Enzo and Patt, seen her naked? Whose husband is not going to get mad at that? What’s worse was that she looked like she had no idea what was happening with me. Is she that dense?

I took off my clothes angrily when I got into our bedroom. Although it is our fucking bedroom, the realization that our only activities had been conversing and sleeping made me feel even worse. Just since when did I last have a woman on my bed? Well, not in here, but out there. I never let anyone come up here and give any of those women any privilege, even to have a peek here. She’s the only woman I brought here for the undeniable reason that she is my wife.

I threw my long sleeves into the laundry basket when our bedroom door opened, which caught my attention. Serene comes in, looking at me, and her face suddenly turns red after seeing me half-naked. Although I liked the idea that she was shy about it, I turned my back to her and went into the walk-in closet to get my change of clothes. I decided to remove my pants so she wouldn’t feel shy again, then went out and put my pants in the laundry again.

She was following my movements, and I felt she wanted to tell me something. “What is it?” I couldn’t help but ask. She cleared her throat and tried to smile, but failed. Seriously, she can’t even fake a smile?

“Well, about the naked thing—” she started, but I decided to stop her.

“I didn’t want to hear anything about it,” I said, turning to leave the bedroom.

“You better listen to me when I am trying to explain my side,” she said as I held on to the doorknob. I looked at her with a creased forehead.

“You’re angry at me now?”

“Who wouldn’t when I am here trying to explain things to you so you wouldn’t misunderstand, and there you are, leaving me here?”

“What’s there to explain?”

“So you would know what had happened and why they had to see me that way.”

“Why would I care about that?” I asked out of frustration, and I saw her face harden.

“Then it’s fine by me. I just thought that you thought differently after what I had just said,” she replied and left the room before me, and I was stunned to realize that she had the last say on the matter. I blew off some air and followed her; she sat on the couch and took the folder to the center table. Patt and Enzo might have sent those for her to look at.

I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water to drink as I constantly looked at her. Her forehead creased occasionally, so I wondered what she was reading. Now that I think about it, I realize I was wrong back in our bedroom. I should have listened to her and regretted stopping her from talking.

I stood in the kitchen and leaned on the refrigerator as I watched her do her work. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she looked gorgeous. I don’t usually look into any woman’s face when all I do is fuck them from behind. Once I release my needs, I tell them to leave.

Looking back at Serene, I see that she looks elegant sitting on that couch and, at the same time, very inviting. I can feel she was angry earlier, judging by how her face hardened and dimmed. I wonder what she looks like when she doesn’t stop herself from feeling those emotions and lets them go.

In our sparring session at the gym, I felt something towards her that I had never felt before with another woman. I know she felt my hardness when I pinned her on the floor as I was on top of her. She looked shocked, and I guess that’s when she realized what was poking her. I grinned at the thought and was very vocal about how beautiful and sexy she was.

She must have felt me looking at her, because she suddenly looked at me, and our eyes locked. She didn’t look away, and I had no plan of doing that either. I started moving and put down the glass while walking towards her. She looked up at me when I was in front of her, so I sat beside her.

Our eyes are still connected, and I don’t know if I will feel nervous or what because her face is stoic. I couldn’t tell what was on her mind or if she was still mad at me. I had a feeling that this was the best time to apologize, so I decided to say, “I’m sorry about earlier.” Her eyes twitched, so I wondered if it was her habit when she was in disbelief because that was clearly on her face.

“What about earlier?” she asked.

“That I didn’t listen to what you had to say.”

“I am not going to explain to you anymore, so if you are doing this so that I can tell you why it happened, forget it,” she said, looking back at the folder she held.

I sighed before I told her, “Come on, I want to know.”

“No,”

“Please,”

“No,” she replied, and I just stared at her, but she never glanced at me anymore. It was the first time I felt frustrated over a woman who never paid attention to me. Under different circumstances, I would have liked it. But Serene is not just some random woman. She’s my fucking wife, so she always had to be around me.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I snatched the folder from her hand and chuckled when she glared at me. She balled her fist, and I could tell she wanted to hit me. “You can if you want to,” I told her, which made her raise a brow.

“I can do what?” she asked.

“You can hit me if you want. I know I’m at fault there, so I will take it.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, and I nodded. Then, without a word, she gave me a straight right on my face.

“It hurts like shit!” I exclaimed,ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“As long as you know,” she said, taking the folder from my hand, which I snatched from her. She’s so aggressive, and I wonder how she likes to be in bed. Damn, I can’t wait for that to happen. Thinking about that, I couldn’t help myself from grinning as I wiped the blood from my nose. I think she held back because I didn’t have a broken nose. In time, when she’s comfortable with me, I will make sure to make her mine ultimately.