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Antonio was sweet and gentle with her. Scooting down, he waited patiently for her, setting his glass on the table nearby.
“Marry a man who will be a good father.” My mum’s words echo in my mind.
I did, Mum, I did. Except one day, this life will come to vanish like smoke in the air.
With a heavy heart, I watched the pair. The baby putting one pudgy thigh in front of the other, occasionally distracted by the choas of scattered toys. The man, ruthless to most, hunched down, keeping his eyes on the baby, encouraging the approach in sweet words of a language I didn’t understand.
Days flew by in a flash, like a synopsis of a movie. A glimpse and it was another day again. Filled with moments of true happiness and desolate sadness.
I loved the way he reached for me blindly first thing in the morning, snuggling his scruff on the crane of my neck, inhaling me like I was the best fragrance he’d ever smelt. It made me feel precious.
I loved his insatiable appetite for me when he found me at all times of the day, ever ready to bury himself deep inside me. It made me feel sexy.
I loved how he gave strict orders to his men for his mother not to be allowed inside the house without his permission. It made me feel protected.
But I hated his complete shutdown, his invisible wall when talking about his work. Even though I wanted nothing to do with it, I still wanted him to want to tell me, anyway. It made me feel lost.
I hated his dark anger and his exploding rage when I dared to question anything regarding the custody case or when I could enrol for my studies. It made me terrified.
I hated knowing I was just a fuck machine for him. That I was a convenience to have, with nothing special attached. Tomorrow, he could just as easily find a different convenience. It made me feel worthless.
I hated the person I was with him when these feelings took over. I hated lying awake wondering if he was faithful to me, even knowing there really was no reason he should for a scam of a marriage on a piece of paper, with money, a dowry with an end date.
I hated the person I was who had googled his ex-wife and spent hours going through every image I could find, torturing myself. There were pictures of them together. He had probably loved her at one time to make a baby together. They made a handsome couple. She was perfection in beauty.
Image after image showed a sexy blonde with tousled hair, big blue eyes, and plump, red lips. Any man would but fall on his knees for her. Even I might if I were to play for the other team.
My hopes that the ex-wife would be some dark and deformed devil were lost, proving again how naïve I had been to even hope for that.
This man catching onto the Cora Express and swinging her up in the air could easily pose as some sculptured Roman god. I was nothing but a spectator watching this show unfold in front of my eyes.
He turned his gaze on me. Heat pulsed between us as he walked over to me, looking for all the world as if he were coming for his reward, me being the trophy.
His eyes dropped to my breasts and darkened immediately. He took his time to travel to my eyes, stopping on the way to devour me. Fire burned in my veins.
His tongue slipped out to give a soft lick to the side of his lips before letting his dark and smooth voice fall on my prickled skin.
“You are looking exceptionally beautiful today, mia cara.” His gaze ran through the length of my body, putting me on the stage next to Cleopatra. “More than yesterday and….” He gulped down whatever he was going to say and came back for my eyes. “Is this dress new?”
I wanted to say so many things. But my voice caught in my throat. I dropped my eyes, unable to hold his dark gaze.
“It’s something I made a long time ago.”
He put his hands out and tilted my chin up, making me meet his gaze again and said, “I love it,” sucking me back to the spiral of a love phase.
We fell into the room, arms and legs tangled up, lips fused together after a few days apart. My travelling husband was back home and in a hurry to bury himself in between my legs.
Lifting me up, he walked briskly to our bed and dropped me on it. His glazed eyes moved away from me and cleared for a minute, focusing on the colourful cushions on the bed.
“What’s this?”
“I… found them when I was out shopping with Lakshmi.” I moved away from him towards the headboard and grabbed a cushion protectively, putting it in front of my naked chest. I hadn’t thought he would even notice, but apparently, he had. “It just reminded me of home,” I said weakly. “I will put it away if you don’t—”
“Ridicolo.” He silenced me with a finger to his lips. His eyes swirled again as he watched me while he dropped his dress pants and boxer shorts in one go. Need lit up my body. Crawling onto the bed, he dragged me under him. Grabbing hold of the cushion in my arms, he threw it away.
“I don’t mind, mia cara. You can do whatever you want to change things in the house,” he rasped, brushing his stubble on my naked breasts, making them swell and go red.
“Really?”
