It has been a few weeks and I have rarely even seen my husband other than waking up early in the morning, and finding myself tangled with him. Most of my time has been spent with Gianna and exploring my new home and having coffee with Mrs. Ricci.
So, color me surprised when I’m sitting on the balcony in our room, overlooking the property and sipping on what appears to be my third coffee of the day, when Enzo’s voice startles me. “Have you eaten today other than drinking coffee?” I jump in my seat, spilling a little of the deliciousness on myself.
“Not hungry.” I clear my throat trying to keep it flat. I peer over to look at him. I’m surprised to see he is not dressed in his usual attire, a suit, causing my eyebrows rise slightly. No, he’s dressed like he just came from the gym. Basketball shorts that hang low off of his narrow hips and the tank top clings to his wet skin from his sweat, his tattoos on full display. He has a backward baseball hat on. My eyes don’t move as I watch what feels like slow motion reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to wipe his face, showing off those contoured abs. I mean I have seen him in the early mornings getting out of bed, and when I have peeked a little under the covers, but this. This right here with him covered in sweat from working out, holy bananas.
The muscles of his stomach contract, making them more apparent and on instinct I lick my lips. He catches my action and winks at me before he lowers his shirt. “I can’t have my beautifuland sexy wife wither away by not eating. Eat whatever you like. This is your house, too.”
I move my head to not look at him. “My eating habits are not your concern, husband of mine.” I let the word husband linger on my tongue.
He steps in front of me, peering down at me. He reaches for my chin with his thumb and forefinger tilt my head up to look at him. “Everything you do is my concern. I want to know everything that goes on in your beautiful mind, Isabella.”
“It’s bizarre to me that you seem to care about what I do when you were the one who killed the man, I was on my way to marry, which I suspect has something to do with a deal with my father.” I steady my voice as I stare into dark eyes.
His thumb pulls down my bottom lip. “You’re still mad that I killed him, hmm?”
“More annoyed.” I reply dryly. “What did my father promise you with this deal? More money? More territories? More control?” I pause because the more I stare at him, him touching me, the angrier I become. “You could’ve fooled me since all you do is keep me your precious little wife locked up in this fortress, who only sees you very early every morning slipping out of bed.” I blurt with annoyance of being locked up in this house and married to him. And for him looking like a wet dream.
“If you must know, wife of mine, money has never been an issue for my family or I or now you. Yes, I made a deal with your father for reasons that he and I need to be aware of.”
I roll my eyes at his very oblique answer. “Whatever. If this was a contract marriage, I could’ve at least not sleep in the same room as you. I mean it’s not like you talk to me or ask me about my day.”
He leans in closer, hovering over my lips with his and whispers, “Sounds to me like you’ve missed me, my little wife.” His hot breath dances over my lips. “You may think that I havebeen ignoring you, but work has been busy as of late, and I don’t work normal ‘business’ hours. That does not mean I have not been watching you.”
My breath hitches and my eyes widen, and he chuckles. “I see everything, baby.”
His gaze travels down my body sending a shiver down my spine. “But I did come up to ask you out to dinner. A date. A night to take my wife out, to romance you and to spend some one-on-one time with you.”
Going out does sound nice since I have not left this house since shopping with Gianna. My parents never really took either of my siblings, and I out for dinners. It was always them since children were best to not be seen or heard.
“Okay.” My voice comes out breathy.
He takes his thumb and drags it across my bottom lip. My tongue grazes it slightly, making him growl. “Be ready by eight.” My eyes track his movement by stepping back, brings the thumb I lightly licked to his mouth and sucks it and winks at me. He turns to head back inside, and I hear the shower in our master start up a few moments later.
My whole body is riddled with excitement, need, and anticipation. Is tonight the night I finally give into what I have been feeling toward my husband? I rub my thighs together, and I can feel how wet I am from just that small encounter. I think I want to have sex with my husband.
I took my time getting ready for the evening out with Enzo. I truly did want to look good for him because that man can make wearing gym shorts sexy. I curled my hair to give it some bounce and kept it down. My makeup I decided to have more of a glam look than my everyday simple routine. I wanted my eyes to pop by adding a little brown eye shadow with a sharp wing on my eye lid. A few strokes of mascara completed the look I was going for. A little bronzer, blush, and highlighter. Usually, I do not wear lipstick, but tonight felt like an occasion where I would need to wear it. I lined my lips by out lining them with a red lip pencil and shading in the outsides first. I take a small brush and shad a little more of the inner part of my lips. The last step was taking the darker shade of red lipstick, sweeping it across, then taking the same brush to blend it together before adding a light touch of clear gloss.
I choose to wear the dress I bought on Enzo’s card. I get up from the vanity in my closet and, open the drawer to retrieve the black thong and matching bra. I slip them both on and remove the dress from the hanger. My fingers pull the zipper down the fabric before I step into the short black dress. I reach around, pull it back up and grab the second part to the outfit. My arms slide into each side, pull it over my body and let the rest fall down my body. My feet slide into a pair of black pumps. Lastly, I put on my jewelry. My wedding rings, a pair small golden hops, and delicate gold chain around my neck.
I pivot on my heels to take a final look at myself in the mirror. My eyes widen. Gianna was right I look sexy. The small and short black dress underneath the black sheer covered in pearls. My hands slide down my body at the swell of my breasts, the curviness to my hips, and I turn to the slide to see the plumpness of my ass. I don’t think I have felt or seen myself this way ever. The red lipstick pops against all black I chose for tonight. Onemore final touch, as I toss my hair to let the curls bounce and fall back into place.
I grab my small purse, drape it over my shoulder before I start to leave the room. My heals click on the floor, making the sound echo off the walls. I reach the stairs, my hand glades on the railing taking my time walking down each stair. My eyes are cascaded down watching my feet because the last thing I want to do is fall down the stairs and break my freaking neck. Hard pass.
I’m almost to the end when my gaze peers up from my feet, and I gasp at the sight of my husband watching me walk toward him. He’s dressed in his typical all black attire, black dress shirt with the top few buttons opens showing off his tan tatted skin that I have dreamt about running my fingers over the last few weeks. His suit jacket is buttoned in the front and his black dress pants fit his muscular legs like a glove. All I can think is how powerful they are. One of his hands is tucked in his pocket, drags his thumb across his bottom lip. His wedding ring reflects off the chandelier light above. Angelo is speaking to him, but Enzo’s eyes are only on me. His whole focus is on me. He’s watching me like I’m his prey. His look has sent my whole body on fire and wanting to feel him touch me. A slow smile crosses my face with my cheeks a little pink.
I reach the bottom step, tuck my hair behind my ear and he ignores Angelo and steps up to me. The back of his hand caresses my cheek. “Amuri miu, you look beautiful. And I may need to gouge every single man’s eyes out in the restaurant if they dare to look at my wife in this dress.” He leans in, his hand slides to my chin, cupping it as he leans in to kiss me gently. I lean into the kiss because this is the second time this man hasn’t touched my lips in weeks.
He pulls back with a grin, steps aside, placing his firm hand on my lower back and ushering us to the door. Angelo falls behind us and along with few other men.
The restaurant is small and intimate. Inside, there are a handful of tables, with candles in the middle of each one for the ambiance. There is a mixture of different lengths of lights hanging from the ceiling. The walls were brick with mirrors that reflected the lights. The tables are small, enough for two people. Enzo’s hand is laced with mine with a firm grip as the beautiful hostess greets us. She is tall and thin with luscious blonde hair. I blink a few times at how beautiful she is.
I’m expecting her to ignore me, but she speaks to me first. “Good evening, Mr. Ricci and Mrs. Ricci. I have a table for you right this way.”
Enzo removes his hand from mine, places his on my lower back, gesturing for me to follow the hostess with his touch never leaving mine. We follow her through the small restaurant to the table located near the back window. “Your waiter will be with you shortly.” She bows her head, places the menus on the table and leaves.
Enzo pulls out my chair.
I glide my hands over my bottom to gather my dress to sit.
