“How did you even find out about this?”
Her eyes were blazing. “I fucking know people too.”
I looked at her curiously. “You mean Lorenzo.” I narrowed my eyes at her.
She glared at me. “Lorenzo knows Geronimo and he has been very helpful to us.”
Us. Hmmmm. Interesting. How the fuck do they Geronimo though? I thought Lorenzo was only a peon in the hacking world.
My phone pinged.
Dom: I’m here now. Will talk later.
Damn right he would. Why the fuck would he ‘let’ an enemy touch his wife, arranged be damned?
I turned my phone around and showed her.
She glared at me again, then spun around walking out. I kept watching her, since she left the door wide open, watching her ass move in her black slacks. She really did have a gorgeous ass. She was always dressed well, not million dollar well, but a business casual look. She wore dresses only out at events, but mostly wore slacks with dress shirts. Usually silky ones, which made me want to rub up all over her. But she was still keeping me at a distance. After she was out of sight, I picked my phone back up. The first one to Dom.
Me: You will be explaining that shit to me later.
I wasn’t expecting a response. I texted the next number.
Me: Be ready for me in an hour.
Sharice: I will be, hon. ??
I was starting to hate how these women acted. They tried to be sexy and hot, but ever since my wife came into the picture, these women not only irritated me, but they barely could get me off. It’s like that woman broke me. And I hadn’t even fucked her yet. From the time from our wedding night to the gala, I got one blowjob. One fucking blowjob! After the gala, and after she pretty much told me to go celibate and get an STD test to fuck her, I was fucking livid. So I went out that night and fucked me a woman. And it barely did shit for me. Fuck! This damned woman had me in a fucking vice! Could I go celibate for that long? Just to have a try at her? Fuck!
I finished some more work before heading out. I needed a release.
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That was the worst fucking sex I’ve had in a long time. Fuck! I was walking into my mansion, after fucking Sharice, and it had left me less than satisfied. I had cummed because I had been so pent up, but it felt…….boring.
I heard laughter in the back side of the house, so I approached cautiously. I usually wasn’t home at this time of the day. It was around 2 pm, and I usually didn’t get home until 5 pm or 6 pm. I noticed none of my men were over here either which was odd. I made sure to approach quietly because I didn’t know what I was walking into.
I glanced around the wall. This area was usually only used when we had a party or event going on. I didn’t realize until now that Aria used it for herself. There was a high back couch in the middle of the room, light gray with plush backing. The back was so high, I could barely see Aria’s head sticking out just slightly above it. To the left, and his side to me, stood Lorenzo. He made some comment that I didn’t quite make out and Aria laughed like I had never heard before.
Then she said, in a calm, gentle voice I had never heard before, “I will have Sophie over in a couple of days and we can do a lunch together. Then we will plan if we need to break Dom’s balls or not.”
Lorenzo laughed. This was also a side of him I had never seen before. He turned slightly, smiling widely, until his eyes landed on me, then his smile dropped immediately. His whole posture changed, still and alert.
“Maximo.” He nodded ever so slightly to me.
Dammit! I wanted to see more of this. From both of them. These were the real versions of them. They only appeared to share it with each other. Did Sophie get to see this side of them too? I bet she did. Lorenzo had been protective of her since the gala, but even Aria had become protective of her.
From where I stood, I could see Aria didn’t shift.
“Aria, when you have some time, I would like to discuss a matter with you.”
That sugary sweet tone returned. “Of course. Just give me a moment to send Lorenzo off.”
I stepped into the room more, watching as Lorenzo observed me coolly. “That’s not necessary. Lorenzo can stay as long as you would like for him to.” My way of extending an olive branch the best I could.
I think I heard her snort. “No worries. He has places to be, I’m sure. Right Lorenzo?” It was weird hearing her speak to him so formally, when just moments ago they were laughing and sharing gentleness with each other. I really did not know my wife.
I sighed, frustrated. “Whatever you think is best.” I turned to Lorenzo. “You are welcome here anytime, Lorenzo.”
