Lex.

Her eyes filled with tears, staining her cheeks as she got lost in her thoughts. I hope she liked the ring. Her delicate features and this ring go so well together. Her long black hair goes with the soft brown colour of her eyes. Her eyes, if I could just get lost in them and not have to deal with the world.

After so long, after Layal.

She made my heart beat once more. It stopped when Layal left, and her lies made me hate everyone. But her. Her soft voice was filled with fear, her eyes sacred. Her body was covered in bruises, black and blue. I should have beaten him more.

Her eyes hold a power. The way she fought with me, even though she was scared, she knew her place and what she was worth. I just need to remind her.

I didn't think about making a bet. But when that motherfucker challenged me and was overconfident about his skills, I thought I should show him what it means to play poker. And I knew he would lose, but god did I know he would place his wife—no, mine soon-to-be wife.

She fought with me, and I loved that. On the way to Rocco's house, I told my man to get all the information about Rocco's wife. The moment my eyes landed on her picture, my heart stopped. Those eyes are so beautiful. They hold me captive.

And god, is she not beautiful?

Her habit of pouting when things don't go her away, ahh, I so want to keep her locked in my house.

Fuck, do I like her?

It's not possible for me to like her this soon. But she does make me attractive towards her.

And I do need to like my soon-to-be wife. My wife. Mia moglie.

Finally, my mom can take a rest, that woman has been after me to get married. From the moment I turned 25. And after loyal, she stopped for a while, but then she started, no, shouting at me to get married.

And I am going to fulfil her wish.

"Mia Moglie, should we go to sleep now?" I ask her, as she stays quiet, admiring the ring of her finger.

She looks cute.

She nods her head. And I get up, and she also does, I start moving towards our bedroom, and she follows me like a puppy. She looked at the ring. I think she likes the ring.

I open the door for her, and she walks inside, not looking up, she would knock herself down. I shake my head and move inside. She sits on the bed, and I move to the closet, take my clothes and move into the shower.

A long day. But there is a prize.

And I love the prize.

After changing my clothes, I move out. To see a beautiful scene in front of me.

Amora sleeps on the bed, her hands under her chin, looking so cosy and warm. A smile formed on my face at the sight. I cover her with a blanket. And she cuddles herself into the blanket.

It would be nice to have a blanket.

I move beside her, feeling her warm body. She turns and moves close to me. Making my breath stop for a minute, fearing it would hinder her sleep. She moans, and that fucking moan goes straight to my cock.

Not the time to be turned on, Lex.

I rub my face and then rub cock, to calm it down. I don't think we are going to have sex, and I don't want her to think I am like that motherfucker of her ex-husband.

And I don't want her to think that I can't get my shit together.

I turn my back on her. God, this is going to test my fucking patience and tolerance.

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I wake up to morning sunshine, running my sleep. I move my hand to feel the space beside me, empty and cold. Where is Amora?

This fucking sunshine is making my eyes hurt, and now I can't even find Amroa. What a fucking morning.

"amora, mia moglie!" I scream, calling out for her. But all I am met with is silence.

"amora", I call out one more time, screaming my vocal cord out.

I get up and close the curtains.

"amora!!"

"why are you screaming?" I hear, my eyes moving to a sight that I should not see first thing in the morning.

Amora in a loose shirt and pants, her hair open and wet. Fucking wet.

Those waterdrops fell on her neck, travelling between her breasts. Her white shirt is transparent as water drops on her shirt. Fuck, she is a goddess.

And god, I have never been so joyous about something like waterdrops.

Yesterday, I was jealous of a blanket and, now, waterdrops. What the fuck is wrong with me. How can she turn me on so much?

She naps her finger in front of me, "Where are you lost? And why are you shouting my name?" she asks, drying her hair with a towel. She flips her hair, making waterdrops fall on my face, and I close my eyes, feeling desires flow like blood in my body.

I bite my lips, and before I know it, she wipes the water drops from my face. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. Okay, I am calm.

"where were you?"

"I was taking a shower", she says, walking and sitting on the bed.

"then why did you not answer when I called for you?" she sighed

"Because I didn't hear your voice, okay? Mr Antoniano. And I want to know if you plan to let your parents know about your plan of marrying me, Mr Antoniano. And if they say no, I am going back," she says. Confident that my mom and dad are going to say no to our marriage.

But what caught my attention is

"Mr. Antoniano?" I say, offended that she is formal with me.

"yes, your name is Lex Antoniano. So I should call you Mr. Antoniano."

I move close to her, and she looks up, "No, you have to call me by my name or anything else. Not that", I say, with no argument in my tone.

"but---"

"a single word, No. You can call me jerk, bastard, anything. But not what you just said. I am your goddam, finance; you can call me anything but Mr Antoniano. Okay," I say. I say. She pouts her lips and nods.

God, she is so cute