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This moment feels good.
It feels like family.
Likehome.
That may be an issue considering this is a pit stop—a temporary one.
* * *
When Mera went to her room to change, Luca came up to me and asked me to redo the room she’s staying in. He wants it to be a surprise, so he doesn't want me to tell her he’s put me in charge of fixing it up to her liking. As an excuse, he said we could be here for a long time, and he wanted her to be comfortable in her surroundings.
It’s hogwash and the biggest line of boloney I’ve ever heard. I’m not dumb. I know what’s running through his mind, even if he doesn’t want anyone else to know what he’s plotting. That man wants to keep my friend here forever, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to woo her into staying.
The two of them clash, but I think they’d be good for each other, together. They’re both strong willed and mouthy, but I think they’d keep each other in line. If I’m being honest with myself, they’re both lonely and need someone good to share their lives with.
I’m a fan of the two of them together—I would love to somehow tug on their heartstrings and get them both to open their eyes and admit their feelings to the other. The only issue is, Mera is loyal to me, and she’ll want to be wherever I am. If I end up going to Italy with the Fitzgerald side of my family, she’ll tag along and won’t buy any excuses I give to make her stay.
“That’s a problem for another day.” I seem to be saying this a lot to myself lately. At least no one’s around to witness by blubbering. But that seems to be the ongoing motto of my life.
Currently, I’m sitting in the library, going through an abundance of interior decoration magazines. When Julius said he’d have Marco grab me a few, I was expecting around ten copies, but no, he brought me over fifty. I have them broken down into three separate stacks. Then I have a fourth one consisting of supplier catalogs with item numbers that correlate with the magazines so I can align the items that I like with codes and place an order with the vendor to schedule deliveries. It’s a bigger task than I thought it would be, but I’m having fun with it.
Pushing up the sleeves of my top, I grab my highlighter, sticky notes, and start marking paint colors, bedding, and furniture that I believe will complement both rooms. Hopefully, Julius will help me keep this from both Luca and Mera. Even though they’ve both pleaded with me to do this, neither wants the other to know. This means, I’ll be having two confidential meetings with them where they’ll assume the other doesn’t know that I’m doing this.
The things you do for your friends! I pray that they both agree to what I find, and I don’t have to talk the other into something the other one likes.
Just thinking about it is giving me a headache.
Julius
Six weeks later
For weeks,my men have been pounding the streets, looking for intel on both the Crumley brothers’ whereabouts and the Fitzgerald’s stand on what their grandsons are getting up to—business-wise.
Shayne’s mother’s side of the family still isn’t aware about the supposed “upcoming wedding”, or who it’s to. This makes me wonder if Shayne’s suggestion may be the way we should go.
Looks like the two factions may be butting heads, which makes things strenuous for their communal allies. Personally, I find this shit funny as hell. I may not have to lift a hand to help put the two at odds. It seems as if that’s happening without me needing to lift a single finger—my digits are safe from cramping. And since the brothers are doing all the mundane and hard work for me, I can sit back in my easy chair and enjoy the show.
For now, I’ll keep my ace in the hole, my temptress in my pocket. I won’t show my card until it becomes a necessity. In the meantime, I’ll help keep Shayne’s mind busy with her project, and give her more once she finishes on the two rooms taking up all of her available time. She hasn’t brought her idea up to me again, which means we haven’t butted heads. That’s fine with me.
Luca and Mera still go at it, but their attraction is growing by the day.
Shayne makes my dick ache and stiffen. It takes all the will power within me to hold myself back and not ravish her on the spot. I’ve visited Ma’s gravesite more these past few weeks than I have been.
I’ve pleaded for her forgiveness when it comes to my carnal thoughts toward another woman, and then asked for guidance on how to handle them the right way.
Every time I turn a corner, I run into Shayne. I’m not sure if this is a sign or not of my love, or if it’s all coincidental.
“You’re going to need to give me something more, woman, if you want me to act on these feelings.” I sigh, speaking to the heavens where I’m sure my wife is. “It’s going to have to be something big and substantial if you want me to give in and act on this.”
The very second I proclaim this, Shayne’s bedroom door cracks open on its own, and the woman herself is standing there, as naked as the day she was born. She has her right leg propped up on the bed, as she puts lotion on it. Her pussy is bared wide open to me, in my direct line of sight, and what a delicious view it is.
“I’d say that’s pretty substantial,” I moan, nodding my head. “Touché,mi amore. Touché. I read you loud and clear, Ma.”
Not allowing myself to wallow, my hand pushes the door the rest of the way open, and I saunter into the room unabashedly, shutting the door closed with the back of my heel.
“Shayne,” I gurgle out her name. “You are so very beautiful, my temptress.”
“Julius! What are you doing? I’m naked!” she exclaims, ripping the duvet off her bed and wrapping it around herself. “W-why are you looking at me that way?”
