The Mafia & The Billionaire

Alex

“Sir, I already confirmed your attendance in Deniro City,” Von said as soon as I arrived at my office. Shit, I forgot to tell him to cancel that because Serene will not go to Portico anymore. What am I going to do? I didn’t want to leave my wife.”

“Is it possible not to go?” I asked, hopeful.

“I’m sorry, sir. But without a valid reason, I don’t think not going is a good idea,” he replied. I sighed and nodded. What else can I do? I already agreed to it, so I should go. I’ll just take this opportunity to get a contract with Philip Einspein for a collaboration. Yes, that’s it. Should I try bringing Serene there as well? Will she agree?

Friday night, I was looking at my wife sitting on our bed with her back on the headboard, scrolling on her cellphone. I was wondering whether I should ask her to come or not. “Spill it out,” she said before looking at me and arching her brow.

“You’re not going to Portico tomorrow, right?” I asked, and instead of receiving an answer, she looked at me intently with a furrowed brow. “It’s answerable with a yes or a no,” I added, making her sigh, and then looked back at her cell phone, saying,

“Yeah. Why?”

“Come with me to Deniro City, then.” Her eyes flew to me as quickly as that.

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to leave you alone here.” I simply replied and went inside the walk-in closet to change into my sleepwear. I was nervous that she would fight me on this, but I have decided to bring her, so that’s what’s going to happen.

“Why do I need to come to you again?” She asked after I came back and lay down beside her.

“I already told you my reason.”

“Don’t you remember that I didn’t want anyone to know about us yet?” she asked.

“When are you planning to tell everyone about us?” She already had her inheritance and owned 57% of Serendipity, so I don’t see any reason why she didn’t want our relationship to go public.

“I am not ready yet, Alex.” She replied, so I sat up just like she is now and faced her.

“Honey, I am going to claim my right as your husband tonight, or you’re going to come to me tomorrow?” Her eyes widened when she realized what I meant.

“Are you nuts? I thought you never forced anyone before.”

“I am not forcing you, honey. I am making your choices, and it’s up to you what you want.” I answered. Internally, I was already grinning because I knew that she would choose to come with me rather than let something happen to us. She’s a virgin and shy, so it will take more time before I can finally have her completely.

“You’re impossible, Alex.”

“I just didn’t want to leave you behind. I’ll be gone until Sunday night, so there’s no way that I am going without you.”

“But you’re ready to go alone before this.”

“It’s because you’re supposed to go to your grandparents in Portico. If not, I wouldn’t have accepted the invitation and stayed here.”

“Then don’t attend; that’s it.”

“I already gave them my word, so I need to go. Come on, honey, I’m a man of my word.”

“Patt is scheduled to attend a meeting tomorrow in Serendipity.”

“Then let him; you trust him, right?” I replied. “Let Princess come to him instead,” I added. Princess was supposed to be a house helper, but I can see that she was more than that. My wife considers her part of the family, so I think she knew about Serendipity as well.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She didn’t say anymore, but I saw her pout her lips, and that made me lose control and pull her closer before kissing her. I know that she likes the feeling; it was new to her, so she was overwhelmed whenever I pleasured her. It goes on for a few minutes before my lips travel from her cheeks down to her neck while my hand starts to get inside her pajamas.

“Before you think about something else, let me make this clear,” I said when we suddenly stopped kissing. Our eyes locked on each other, and she was listening. “But this is not me claiming my right as your husband, so you still need to come with me.”

“And what do you call this?” she asked. I grinned and inserted a finger in her core, making her mumble before I replied.

“Pleasures you, honey. I am giving you your right as a wife.” then I thrust my fingers in and out of her drenching pussy until she cums in my hand. “You’re so hot, honey,” I said before I landed a kiss on her again.

She was panting, so I pulled her aside and laid down together before I hugged her. “Sleep now, honey. Stop wasting your time scrolling on your phone; we need to be early tomorrow.”

“I still want to” she said, but I never gave her a chance to say more.

“Sleep, honey.” Then I heard no more complaints.

The next morning, we were both early. I told her that I could get her things, but she insisted on doing it herself, so I just packed mine. I don’t think she’ll do that for me, and I’m used to it already, so it’s fine.

We had our breakfast, and while doing so, Serene was giving instructions to Princess, who continued nodding her head in acknowledgment. My wife is bossy, and I’m glad that when it’s just us, she gives me authority over her.

“Let’s go?” I asked when we were on the porch, and I was done loading our luggage into the car. I opened the backseat door so she could get in, and then me. It would be a four-hour drive, so I pulled her closer to me so she could lean on me and take a nap. “Don’t be shy; I’m always here if you ever feel sleepy,” I said, and she just nodded.

During the trip, she was holding her cell phone and continued typing. I don’t know if she was texting someone or not, and I didn’t want to think about it. That’s why I was thankful when we reached the hotel where we would be staying.

“The awarding will start at 6. We can have lunch first and go somewhere if you want.” I told her.

“Let’s have lunch first,” she replied, and I nodded. We checked into our hotel room and ordered our food. She didn’t like to go out, and I feel the same.

The whole afternoon, we were just in our room. I was busy checking my emails and the report that Von sent me while she was also busy scrolling on her cellphone. “What is it that you are looking at every time you’re holding your phone?” I asked curiously.

“I’m stalking someone,” she replied without looking at me. She was sitting on a couch opposite mine. Earlier, she was sitting beside me, but after she took water in the dining area, she positioned herself there. I didn’t notice it until now because I was a little busy. I got up and decided to sit beside her. “What are you doing?” she asked with wide eyes.

“I like the feeling of being with you. So, as much as possible, I want to stay where you are, and vice versa.” I answered, making her roll her eyes at me. “Who are you stalking?”

“Her,” she replied, showing me the screen of her phone. It was a photo of a beautiful woman who looked familiar to me, so I creased my forehead.

“When was the last time you’ve been with her?” she asked. I raised a brow at her because she sounded like she was accusing me of cheating. Although I don’t deny that the woman looks familiar, I don’t remember having any conversation with her or getting intimate with her either.

“Are you jealous?”

“Do I look like I’m jealous?” She asked.

“You sounded like a jealous wife,” I replied. But before she could respond, I added. “But no, I don’t remember seeing or talking to her personally. Why do you ask?”

“Because you have a picture together,” she replied, making me furrow my brow out of curiosity. “Here,” she added before showing me her phone again, and there’s my photo with that woman.

“Where did you find that?” I asked.

“I created a social media account, and she sent me a friend request. When I stalked her to know who she was and why she was adding me to her friend’s list, I stumbled upon this photo in her profile.”

“I don’t know her,” I said with finality. It was the truth. I don’t know why we have a photo together, but one thing I’m sure of is that I have no idea who she is. “Send me that photo,” I said, looking at her. She was staring at me with narrow eyes.

“What are you going to do with it? Save it and make it your wallpaper?” she asked. My mouth hung open because I didn’t know that she was capable of saying that. Then a smile slipped my lips. “Why are you smiling like an idiot?”

“Because you’re jealous. That’s what I’m sure of.”

“What”

“But to answer your question, no. I am not going to make that my wallpaper. I am going to send that to Von so she can run a test on that photo. I don’t know that woman, but I admit that she looks familiar. I just don’t remember how, when, or when I saw her if ever I did.”

Then I received a multimedia message. She sent me the photo, so I forwarded it to my assistant with a note to find out everything about that woman.

At night, the awarding was finished, and the reception followed. Even if I wanted to leave the venue and go back to our hotel room, I couldn’t do it since there were a lot of businessmen who wanted to talk to me. I can’t just ignore them because I want them to know that Alexander Mcgregor and MG Group are here. This is not to brag about my status but to tell them that I have a presence.

Serene was sitting quietly beside me, and many times I tried to stop her from drinking. I’m afraid that she might get drunk and blame me for it. I was about to take the glass of wine in her hand when a woman approached us. “Mr. Alexander.” We both looked at her and realized that she was the woman in the photo. I looked at my wife, and she was glaring at me. Is this the end of me?