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“Now isn’t a good time, Matias.” I wipe my cheek and tilt my head against the door, then glance around the room.
I’m surrounded by him. Ari is everywhere.
“I have a bag from my brother for you.”
The old me would have said, “I didn’t want shit from him” but I crave anything from Ari, I’m finding. I’ve been burying the need for a few days and it’s time I try to do something about it. I open the door, peeking out the crack to see Matias standing there.
He lifts a bag and pushes the door open. “He said he ruined all of your underwear and I don’t want to know what that means, so he replaced them all.” Matias hands it to me and I take the bag from him. Even the bag is nice and luxurious. A matte black with sturdy silk handles and on the sides it says, “Silkies, made for the beautiful.”
“He replaced all of them?” I peek inside and see so many pairs of panties. There’s way more than I need here. Different colors, black, pink, purple, and textures. Silk and cotton. Some are lacy and some are plain. “Wow, they are beautiful,” I say. “Tell him thank you for me.”
“You could tell him yourself,” he suggests, giving me a sad smile. “He cares about you.”
I have to inhale a deep breath to stop myself from getting too emotional. With a shake of my head, I stroll by him, placing my new bag of panties on my side of the closet. “You don’t understand, Matias.”
“I do. I have seen it with my oldest brother Carmine. There is something you need to know about my brothers. The tradition is old, and no one would be mad if it didn’t get used again, but when we see something we want, we crave, the tradition is the easiest thing to use to make sure we get it. He didn’t have to give you the option to protect you. He saw you and saw an opportunity. My brother is different from a lot of other men. It’s important to him you like him before any…agreement is acted on. He is loyal. I know this isn’t easy for you, but if you ever want to talk, I want you to know you have a friend.”
I grab my right arm with my left hand and peer out the large window overlooking the garden. It’s beautiful here. “I feel like I’ve pushed him away. We haven’t known each other long, obviously, but I’ve spent my entire time here fighting him, annoying him, pushing him away. I don’t know what to do.”
“Tell him. Talk to him. Communicate. You haven’t pushed him away. Ari loves a good fight. He loves a challenge. Really, don’t think too much about it.” Matias’s phone rings and he reaches into his back pocket to grab it. “It’s Gianni. I have to go. Think about what I said. I know it isn’t much, but I’m serious. Ari isn’t the type of guy you push away. He’s steadfast. When he plants his feet, he doesn’t move.”
“Thank you, Matias.”
He opens the door and goes to leave. “And if it’s any consolation, I think you’re good for him and he’s good for you. The circumstances of how you got here don’t matter. Not anymore.” He closes the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts.
My eyes begin to drop from the orgasms I’ve had today and the stress, mostly the orgasms. Yawning, I stretch as I pick through the shirts in the closet, deciding to steal one of his. I slip my dress off, then my ruined panties, and tug his shirt over my head. I dig into the new bag and pull out a pair of panties and there’s a card.
“Everything is washed and ready for you to wear, Tesoro.”
-Ari
I smile, loving the thought of something as simple as washing the clothes for me. I tug on a pair and immediately my life is changed forever when it comes to underwear because holy wow, these are comfortable.
Ari’s scent lingers on the shirt, and I pinch the material, bringing it to my nose to inhale. God, he smells good. Climbing into bed, I grab his pillow and hold it to my chest, his scent lulls me to sleep quickly, and my heart finally feels like it’s at rest with the realization that I want to try to be Ari Milazzo’s wife.
***
I don’t know when I wake up. The sun has gone down and the starry night shines through the windows. My stomach grumbles, reminding me I haven’t eaten all day and I toss the covers from my body and stretch. I feel good. Now that I know my mind is made up about what I want, I think things will be better now.
I just have to try. I have to put in more effort. This is my life now. This is my reality and if I want to be honest, it could be a lot worse than being hitched to the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
My nerves flutter in my stomach when I stand, and his shirt falls to my mid-thigh. I should put pants on, but maybe he’d like that I’m wearing his shirt. With a mischievous smile on my face, I prance to the door, feeling lighter than I have in a long time. I hum while I nearly skip to the kitchen. When I’m there, I find it empty, and I hope it stays that way. I don’t want anyone but Ari to see me like this. The large stainless-steel fridge is more like an oversized closet with how big it is. I grab the fixings to make a sandwich and place them on the counter, then snag the bread from the pantry.
Lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise, hoagie seasoning and dressing, roast beef, and honey ham, then topped with cheese make for the perfect sandwich. I bite into it just as I hear a giggle coming from his office.
I know that giggle.
Any hope I had between us just plummeted. I take another bite of my sandwich, unable to remove myself from this spot as I listen to her fawn over my husband.
“I can’t believe you ripped your stitches,” she says a little too loudly. “What were you doing?”
“None of your business,” he gruffs, his voice sounds like it did when he grabbed my wrist and told me to get masturbating.
Is that what he is doing to her?
It would make sense. She’s pretty and wants him. She isn’t afraid to show him either. What man wouldn’t be all over that?
I feel the sting behind my eyes, and I turn away, wiping my hands on my shirt, and grab a glass, filling it with water from the sink. Leaning against the counter, I hold onto it with one hand as I sip my water, washing down any remaining crumbs in my mouth.
