The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

UGO

I woke up sprawled on top of Hollis like he was some damn mattress, again!

There was no nicer way to put it. My arms were resting perfectly on his shoulder and my head on his chest while I enjoyed the warmth his body was providing me.

His toned chest was rising and falling rhythmically enough that I figured he was still asleep. Slowly and carefully, I tried to move off him.

“I thought you were comfortable, Baby.” Hollis’s voice startled me the second I tried moving my head.

Fuck! I’ve been caught. “I… I’m sorry. it’s just that I’m so used to sleeping with a teddy that sometimes, I forget that I’m not home.” I tried to explain as I shifted my legs, becoming intimately aware of Hollis’s hard cock pressing against my skin.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind sharing my side of the bed,” he caressed the back of my neck absentmindedly and my senses heightened.

Slowly, his hands slid down my back and considering how light the fabric of my gown was, I felt his fingers on my bare skin. A shudder moved through my insides at the soft touch, reminding me how long it had been since I’d felt that from a man.

I pulled away even when my senses were telling me to stay back and let my husband pamper me. I went over to my own side of the bed.

“I should get a body pillow or a big teddy. I had one back at Fairview.” I told him.

“No you shouldn’t.” He said to my surprise.

“No?”

“You heard me.” He replied standing up from the bed. “No,” He insisted. “I’m more than willing to do the job.” He replied shamelesslyProperty © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re barely around. So your offer can’t hold.” I argued, determined to milk the situation to my advantage.

“I said no. I’ll be around henceforth, if you want.”

“I want.” It came out before I could stop myself.

I watched him smile satisfactorily before heading into his own bathroom or the second bathroom, whichever one. I stepped into my own bathroom and locked the door.

Day one as a wife. I thought of what I should be doing. What do married people do? Seriously, I had no idea.

I turned on the bath and climbed into the warmth the water provided after stripping off my gown slowly. The image of last night remained etched in my head. Hollis was hard for me. I did that to him and instead of letting me know what I was doing to him, he was determined to provide me with all that pleasure and deny himself of any.

That was another level of selflessness unlocked. And it was a good thing for me because now I know how much of an effect I have on him.

I was married to him. False, pretend, short, long marriage, it doesn’t really matter. The summary is we are married and somehow the terms should be different now.

I could use some extra incentives for myself. Like having a cellphone for starters.

“Mrs. Genovese.” I murmured with a smile. Now it’s time to make my husband understand what he signed up for. I grabbed a sponge and scrubbed my body. Then let my body soak and enjoy the warm water.

I shut my eyes and flashes of Hollis rubbing my foot became endless. I opened it and tried shutting it again, more flashes came but this time, I saw his mouth on my toes.

“Fucking Christ!”

I almost moaned at the erotic image I was able to create. Hollis’s words rang in my head, he ran a members only club. A club that fulfills one’s wildest dreams, sexually. He was running a fucking sex pad but legally, right?

I had no idea. But I was even more turned on with the thought of that sex pad. The things Hollis could do to my body with his eyes alone was mind-blowing and it made me wonder what he could do to my body, this body.

Damn, I am horny and I might become miserable by the end of the day if I don’t give myself the satisfaction of an orgasm. I don’t know how long I spent in the bathroom, fantasizing. But when I finally climbed out, the water was already chilly.

Then I made my way toward the door, pulling it open, I walked into the lovely smell of fresh roses in a clear vase with a black envelope placed on top of it and dropped on the bed.

I almost ran to the bed. When I pulled the envelope open, I smiled at the words.

‘Good morning dear wife’

This is what married people do. I chuckled sweetly, rubbing my stomach at the butterflies I was feeling there. I looked through the window and saw my h. u. s. b. a. n. d seated at the patio, legs crossed, holding a newspaper.

Everything about that posture of his screamed male and elegant. When I turned back, a mug of coffee stared at me from the table. I picked it up and got straight to business. I rummaged through the dressers, everything I needed was there. From skincare, makeup, haircare, every single thing. Hollis was a thoughtful and very attentive man.

If only I knew we would be coming here, I would have packed a couple of lingerie from the ones I shopped with Nana and Cordelia. But it isn’t late though. I still had a lot of time to wear those, a lot of time to drive Hollis Genovese crazy.

Now that I was sure of what I could do to him, he’s in for a long ride. I finished with my hair and makeup and the girl staring at me in the mirror looked everything like the sophisticated wife of a Boss.

I was going to be introduced to one of my husband’s businesses, so I had to dress the part. A black little dress, hair knotted up and allowed to fall, lips plump and red, makeup done and perfect, skin dewy and glowy. Smile.. well.. I pulled my cheeks aside for a smile. And smile, perfect! Now, let’s go see my husband.