MONALISA
“Do I look unattractive?” I asked myself, walking into the room and clad only in my shower robe.
I stopped in front of the mirror. Geez, I am used to doing that but then, I had to look at myself.
Did I look less attractive than I was a few weeks ago? I could not understand what was wrong.
Lucius was everything I wanted and even so much more than that. The perfect date this night was a confirmation to that fact. And he was everything he had always been but there was a slight difference which was not too slight.
He was no longer all over me.
The Lucius I knew was a man who was obsessed with my body. And fuck! He still was, he still told me how beautiful I am and how pretty I looked in literally everything I put on but there was still that difference.
He would not grab me and kiss me like he used to. He would not give my ass a little squeeze like he used to at every chance he got. He would not even take baths with me.
Just like tonight. I had proposed us taking the bath together but then he went on assuring me that it was fine and I should take the bath without him.
That wasn’t the Lucius I knew. But then I didn’t want to jump into conclusions.
The last time this had happened. Something like this, Lucius had made it clear that he had just been busy and he was very much still in love with me and with my body as well. That was why I was trying not to jump into conclusions.
I was going to just let him come back to me. At least, I hoped so.
I hoped Lucius wasn’t avoiding me because he was starting to find me unattractive. And hell, I hoped he wasn’t avoiding me because I am pregnant.
I rubbed my stomach gently. I was still in the earliest stage of my pregnancy but Lucius was so impatient that he had invited two doctors over and asked them to come over twice a week.
He didn’t want me going over to the hospital. To him, it would be stressful.
I giggled at that bit.
Lucius was spoiling me. Way too much.
“Cupcake” the door was pushed open and he walked into the room.
The smile on my face had not fully vanished as he walked towards me.
“Your smile lights everything up” he hugged me from behind and lowered his head to my neck as if to kiss my neck.
I was almost glad but then he raised his head and kissed my cheek.
Don’t get me wrong. Kisses on the cheeks were good too. Perfect even and I enjoyed kisses on the forehead but it seemed like Lucius was specially avoiding kissing me anywhere else or touching me anywhere else.
“Did you enjoy the date?”
“Very much” I replied with the truth.
“But then you flattered me way too much”
“What you call flatter are words that aren’t even enough to describe how perfect you are for me. How is our baby?” He asked, lowering his hand to my stomach.
“Perfect but I can’t feel our baby yet” I chuckled.
“But I can” he replied and I laughed.
“Yeah. Yeah, you can” I laughed.
Lucius turned me to face him and then he went down on his knees and kissed my stomach.
“I love you too” he whispered audibly and I could not hold back the smiles.
“Tell me, Cupcake. What else can I do to make you happy? The doctor did say that the mother has to be happy for a healthy baby”
Mother? The word sounded a bit foreign and yet so pleasant. I was really going to be a mother. I had thought it over for a few times over the week but still I could not get over it.
I was going to be the mother of Lucius kids.
“You make me more than happy already” I replied him and that small smile appeared on his face.
Fuck! Lucius was so fucking handsome. He got back on his feet, his height towering above me.
“We are going on a vacation” he suddenly announced.
“A vacation?” My brows furrowed.
“Yes, Cupcake. Leaving the country might just make you even happier and don’t you think it’s perfect for us?” He asked.
“Thank you so much” I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him.
“You don’t have to thank me, Cupcake. And you know that.”
“No, thank you, Lucius”
His arms wrapped around me. Slowly.
“No” he said, his voice clear yet soulful.
“Thank you, Cupcake. Thank you for choosing to be with me”
“Thank you” he whispered again.
And then his phone rang, putting an end to the beautiful moment.
“Shit” Lucius cursed underneath his breath as I pulled away from him.
He pulled the phone out of his pocket and threw it to the bed before pulling me back into the hug.
“I want to continue holding you” he said and I felt my heart flutter.
The phone rang again but this time we both ignored it, standing there and holding each other for a while before we eventually pulled away.
Just as we were pulling away from each other, Lucius phone beeped.
“I swear I am killing this guy” he groaned and I laughed.
He picked up the phone and his gaze darkened. I knew what it was instantly. Lucius always seemed to turn into someone else, someone darker whenever he got messages relating to the mafia thing.
He tucked his phone back into his pocket and then walked up to me to sweep me off my feet.
I smiled as he dropped me gently into bed and kissed my forehead.
Forehead! Yet again! I grabbed his arm to stop him from pulling away and as quickly as I could, I kissed his lips.
I heard him groan softly. It was like a groan of pleasure.
“I love you, Cupcake” he whispered, his gaze now fixated on mine.
“I will be back” he suddenly broke the eye contact and left the room.
What exactly was wrong with him? Or with me?!
LUCIUS DEVINE
I shut the door behind me and groaned before looking down at the bulge in my trousers. I had gotten hard just from that quick kiss of hers.
Good thing I was able to leave quickly. Good thing I didn’t act like an uncontrolled bastard who wanted nothing other than her body.
I brought my phone out and still leaning against the wall, I checked the message. It was from Andro.
It was a list of names. The names I had requested. I was still going through the names when Andro called. Yet again.
I could really kill this bastard tonight.
I picked the call.
“Speak. This had better be something good”
“Boss, I was trying to find everyone related to Sandro and then I figured something. Sandro has been having a fuck relationship with Irene’s mother. The one we got rid of. He has been fucking her since years back. She was…”
“Go straight to the point. I don’t care who fucks who”
“Irene. She might be Sandro’s daughter.”
“Irene? Sandro’s daughter?” I was a bit surprised.
“Well, she’s dead now so that doesn’t matter” I added.
“One of the men we bought over reported that Irene is currently living in Sandro’s home. She’s alive.”
I went silent for a few seconds.
“Have that man report directly to me”
“Yes boss.”