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“What? This is a deal breaker for me. I thought you’d be a ready-made Mafia wife. I may have to return you for being faulty,” he grins.
After we finish dinner, we clear the table together. I excuse myself to the bathroom that I found whilst exploring earlier. Quietly closing the door, I rush to the toilet and empty my stomach.
Why did I think eating Chinese was a good idea?
I wipe my mouth and rinse with some mouthwash I find in the cabinet.
I slip out of the door to slink back toward the kitchen area, only to walk into a wall of muscle I wasn’t expecting to be standing right outside the door.
He grabs my chin to lift my face, turning it from side to side. There’s a dip to his brows.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a rough voice.
I nod, “I just haven’t eaten much since being pregnant. I got carried away with the idea of Chinese.” I scrunch up my nose as my stomach churns in protest at the thought of food. “I think I just need to have a shower and get into bed.”
“Dinner is all cleaned up, let’s turn in for the night.” He spins me and gently pushes me back toward the master.
My stomach flutters as he leads me into his room. Last time I was alone with him, I had four glasses of champagne onboard. I also didn’t feel like crap from the pregnancy. I’d had sexy underwear on and felt amazing.
Pregnancy has done a real number on me.
Once we enter our suite, I make my way over to the closet to collect the bits I need for after my shower. As I walk toward the shower, Al follows me into the bathroom. I don’t question him. I know Bea said that Leo really likes to shower with her. Al pulls out two fluffy towels from a small closet of the bathroom and places them on the rack.
“Did you need anything else?”
I shake my head. He waits a moment before exiting the bathroom.
I quickly shower, making sure I don’t get my hair wet. It’ll take ages to dry, and I just want to collapse in bed.
I hurry out of the shower and work through my nightly routine. When I get back to the room, Al is leaning up against the headboard typing on his phone. I move to the other side of the bed and get in quietly. I don’t know what he’s doing, but he looks to be deep in concentration. He breaks the silence when he hops off the bed.
“I’m just going to jump in the shower.”
He doesn’t take long before he’s back in the bedroom in only his boxers. I’ve seen him naked before, obviously. But this feels so much more intimate. He gets back into the bed and shifts so he’s facing me.
“You okay?”
I nod, my eyes still tracing the hard planes of his muscular chest.
His hand comes up to trace a finger across my cheek and tuck some stray hairs behind my ear. Trailing his fingertips over my jaw, he pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He lowers his face slowly, allowing me enough time to stop him if I want. His lips brush against mine as his tongue flicks across the seam of my lips. He releases my chin as he slips his hand to the base of my neck to control the pressure. He seeks entrance to my mouth, and I willingly open to allow him access. A small moan escapes my lips, and he groans in response. Still keeping me in his hold, he pulls back from our kiss.
“Fuck, if I didn’t know you were feeling unwell, I’d spend the night reacquainting myself with your luscious body.”
I whimper at his words.
I want that, more than anything. But stopping him halfway through fucking me to vom will probably be the world’s biggest turnoff.
He leans back to turn the light off, and we’re suddenly surrounded by darkness.
“Sleep,angelo.” He places a kiss to my lips and then wraps his arms around me.
I fall asleep on his shoulder.
This is how the rest of our week plays out. I always wake in the morning with him spooning me. His hand is always protectively resting over my stomach.
* * *
It’s Friday morning and the day before the wedding. Al and I have fallen into a seamless routine. I tend to get up and make breakfast, and he sits at the dining table and makes calls, barking orders at his men on the phone. This morning, there’s a knock at the apartment door, I freeze midway as I’m walking toward the table with our breakfast.
