I would definitely have to get to know my wife better. I decided to head to bed, let the cleaners do their job, and begin to get to know my new wife, starting tomorrow.
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The next morning, I came down to the kitchen to find the mansion’s staff had already put breakfast food out in a small buffet-like setup. I heard clinking noises, looking over to find my wife at the long dining room table.
I rolled my eyes, and put on my game face. “Morning Aria.”
“Maximo.”
My name. Only my name. Yet somehow in her soft, sweet tone, it got me hard. This was going to be a challenge. I grabbed a plate of food, eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. Aria was sitting in the middle of the table, which was an odd place, but I chose to sit at one end. The head of the table. She did not bother to look up at me once. She had her phone out and appeared to be looking at it intently.
I cleared my throat before talking. “I think we need to have a discussion.” I paused. “About last night.”
Not even a flicker from her. “Uh huh.” She was still looking at her phone while taking a bite of her food.
In a stern voice, “Aria.”
Nothing.
In a slightly louder voice, “Aria, look at me.” She would not disrespect me.
Watching her, I almost thought she rolled her eyes at me, but I couldn’t be sure from this angle. She took a moment longer than I wanted her to before she turned to me with a sweet smile on her face. Looking at her closely now, I could tell it was fake.
“What would you like to say about last night, Maximo?” Her tone dripped with sweetness. It threw me off with what I had witnessed last night. This woman apparently had two sides to her. I would have to get to know both.
I cleared my throat again, and maintained a stern look. “What you did to Bianca was unacceptable.”
An eyebrow quirked up, making me want to smile. Not so sweet Aria, is it?
“Well, would you prefer I tell my brothers that a whore threatened my life? I don’t think we want all that drama, now do we?” She practically drawled out. Her smile widened.
“And what exactly do you think your brothers could do? They work for me.”
“Ah, buti miei fratelliwould want to honor the family. Would it not look bad if the Don could not control his whores and protect hismoglie?” She smiled in her sweet way. Damn this fucking woman! But she was right. It would look like I had no control over Bianca if word got out that she threatened Aria, whether or not I had intervened or not.
“Hmmm. Moving forward, you will leave my women alone.” I emphasized women so she understood where she stood within this arrangement. However, that backfired spectacularly with what she said next.
In the same sweet, soft tone, she replied, “Oh but of course, Maximo. I am aware of the arrangement. I understand you are like myfather, and have needs that cannot be filled by his true wife.”
I was shocked by her throwing shade against her father, but I kept that under wraps.
“Besides, I figured you would have your playthings while I can continue with my men.”
Men? What the fuck?
Without realizing it, I raised my voice at her. “What do you mean, men?”
“Oh Maximo, dear. I am not understanding this tone from you. I would assume since you can have dalliances outside of this arrangement, it would only seem fair that I too should be able to continue with my own extracurricular activities.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at me. “I should not be expected to remain celibate while your out their in the world ‘sowing your wild oats.’”
I stood up, shoving the chair back so hard it scraped against the floor. “You will not make a mockery of this arrangement. You will not be fucking around like a whore.”
I was shocked when her eyes narrowed at me, but she continued to speak in the same sweet, soft tone. “Dear Maximo. I am not a whore. I have slept with only three men in my entire life. Could you say the same? How many women have you been with, hmmmm?” I tensed up, knowing she was right, but that didn’t matter. I was the fucking Don. I could do what the fuck I wanted to, when I wanted to. “As you clearly stated, this is an arrangement. We are husband and wife on paper. What we do behind closed doors should not be an issue, correct? Besides, I’m surprised with all your connections you did not know about my men.” This time she had a smug smile on her face. “So, as you can tell, I can be very discreet. My lovers know the deal. Discretion has always been maintained.”
I wasn’t sure which part pissed me off more, that there was more than one man, or that she referred to them as her lovers. Lovers insinuated affection, and closeness. None of the women I had ever been with would fall under the category as a lover. A fling, a fuck, a release. That was about it.
I tried to reel in my anger. She was my fucking wife. Arrangement or not.
“How often do you see these…...men?”
