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Clara moves around the kitchen in rubber-ducky pajamas and a messy French braid.
I take the tea from her when she’s finished. “Thank you.”
She leans back against the counter, observing me. “You know, you aren’t as intimidating as I thought you’d be. When I heard Amara was with Cristian Marchetti’s daughter, I had someone completely different in mind. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t nervous.”
“Understandable.” I take a sip of tea. “I hope you don’t find me intimidating at all as we get to know each other.”
People hear the Marchetti name and immediately think, Monster Marchetti.
Like my father speaks for every single one of us.
Reaching out, she takes my hand in hers. “I’m excited for us to become friends.” She pauses as if something hit her. “No, I’m excited for us to becomefamily.”
A tear slides down my cheek.
Family.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m on the tipsy train. I drag my hand along the wall to keep my balance as I walk to the bedroom. The door is closed, and I open it to find Antonio leaving the bathroom, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Goddamn. My husband is fine.
I stand there for a moment, admiring the view of the most perfect man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Baby, you want to shut that?” he asks, breaking me out of my eye-fucking-him trance.
I stumble while doing so and catch myself by collapsing on the chair.
Rather, the chair catches me.
I knew it was a good idea I rearranged in here yesterday.
“I wondered where you’d ventured off to,” he says, shuffling his hand through his damp hair. “It seems you found the liquor cabinet?”
My gaze travels down his bare chest, to his six-pack, to his waist. I can’t help but notice his cock already hardening beneath the towel.
“Clara had the bright idea to add tequila to our tea,” I explain.
He chuckles. “Sounds like Clara. She enjoys a good spiked tea from time to time.”
“I like her.”
“I’m glad.”
“Butttttt …” I attempt to make my voice sound sexy but am sure it comes across more as slurring, “I came up with a great plan.”
“Oh, yeah?” He raises a brow. “What’s that?”
“Let’s make a baby.”
“I think that’s something you should decide when you’re not plastered.”
Oh, my husband.
A man who pretty much stalked me.
Shoved his cum into me numerous times.
Kidnapped me.
