I finally finished packing for New York.
We were only staying for one night and the next day but girls don’t travel lightly.
Alessandro was waiting outside the gates for an hour now and I could tell he was getting impatient with the number of ‘hurry the fuck up’ texts he was sending me.
I rushed downstairs with my huge suitcase wearing some black skinny jeans and a white crop top.
I spotted Alessandro leaning against his Range Rover, looking down at his phone, wearing his signature all-black suit and silver rings, and his wedding ring to the top of the show-off.
“I’ve been waiting here for an hour,” Alessandro complained, taking my suitcase from me and placing it in the back of the car.
“Good for you,” I remarked, smirking at him, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Watch it,” He warned, then let out a slight laugh.
“Get in.” He pulled the door open for me, letting me inside; soon after, he got into his seat, man spreading again, and then started the car.
“Where’s Ian? I thought he and his girl were coming with us?” I asked curiously at Alessandro, his gaze already fixed on the road and one hand placed on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh.
“He went in his car; he’s already at the hotel,” He stated, slowly trailing his fingers near my pussy.
“Besides I’m not traveling with that asshole and his whore”
“Why can’t you just be happy for him?
I’m sure his happy for you now that you’re married?” I spat, turning my head at him, but his eyes were still on the road.
“Are you fucking him? Is that why you’re eager to defend him?” He growled.
“Are you fucking serious, you think I’m fucking your brother because I’m defending him from you?” I scoffed folding my arms.
“You’re unbelievable”
“Of course, I’m unbelievable for thinking that my wife could potentially cheat on me, it’s not like she’s haven’t done it before.” He sarcastically laughed.
“Asshole” I breathed, more angry than sad.
Alessandro stayed silent for a while, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and driving way beyond the speed limit, but I’m sure he didn’t give a fuck.
“We’re here,” He stated, pulling into the hotel parking lounge, then getting out of his seat and slamming the car door behind him like a child having a tantrum.
I stepped out of the car, grabbed my suitcase, and wheeled it into the entrance with Alessandro just a few steps in front of me near the front desk.
Of course, the woman at the desk was eyeing Alessandro up and down the whole time he was booking our room.
She was blonde with quite noticeable breasts every few seconds. She would stare at Alessandro in the eyes for a little too long than normal, but Alessandro didn’t react, luckily.
“Enjoy your stay,” The woman said flirtatiously not even looking at me once.
We were now in the hotel room and it was beautiful, The bed was huge and looked freshly cleaned there was also a huge black sofa and a flat-screen TV attached to the wall with a balcony that came with an amazing view of New
York.
“This is beautiful” Is all I managed to say but Alessandro just nodded with no emotions showing on his face.
“Are you seriously mad at me for speaking up for your brother who you quite clearly treat like shit?” I put my hands on my hips.
Alessandro took out a cigarette and lit it puffing out trails of smoke before he answered my question.
“I’m not mad” He calmly spoke “I’m jealous”
“Jealous? What’s that supposed to mean?” I scoffed.
“I’m jealous because he gets to go on dates and build a relationship with that girl and I can’t do that with you because we were rushed into this, I
want to get to know you, I want to go on shitty little dates with you, I want to see you laugh at my jokes, but I feel we can’t have that because of our situation,” He admitted, and I let out a sigh.
“We can still do all of that Alessandro, Just because we are married a little too soon than we expected doesn’t mean we can’t build our relationship up and do the things you want to” I spoke with reassurance placing a hand on his cheek softly I had never seen Alessandro
so vulnerable and I never thought he
was capable of feeling like this.
He grabbed my face in his hands and pulled me in for a gentle kiss on my lips.
“I’m sorry” He mumbled then pulled away with a boyish grin on his face.
“Going soft again?” I giggled.
‘What is it with you hm?” I continued smiling at him which made him also smile.
“Go get ready for the ball we have to be there soon and I know how long it takes for you to get ready’ I grinned at his statement and headed into the bathroom with my makeup bag and
dress.
After about two hours I finally was ready for the ball, I wore a red silk dress with my whole back on display and there was a dangerous slit going
up until my thigh, I had pretty intense makeup but not too much and my hair was straightened making me look more mature.
My wedding ring also stood out on my finger, which made me feel warm inside, knowing that the man I married was the one for me.
I figured a red dress was a good option considering we’re going to kill this sick bastard tonight for all the pain he’s caused my family and many others for that matter.
Stepping out of the room I was met with my husband wearing a tight-fitted white shirt with his muscles bulging out of it and tight black slacks showing everything in all the right places, his hair was gelled back which made him
look even more handsome.
He eyed my body up and down taking in my beauty, he licked his lips and all he managed to say “Holy fuck”.
I smiled and walked towards him, my black heels clicked against the floor.
My heels made me look way taller but Alessandro still towered over me.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“You look good” I spoke in a seductive tone placing my hands on his hard chest he snuck his hands to my ass giving it a good squeeze.
“You better not be wearing panties” He whispered kneading my ass in his hands and I tried my hardest to hold back the moans.
“You wanna find out for yourself?” I teased and he placed a hand under my dress cupping my pussy and swirling his fingers around it, I let out a gasp followed by a deep moan, his middle
finger poking inside my hole before quickly pulling out.
I have to be there, love,” He rasped out, taking his hand out from under my dress, leaving me half-satisfied.
“Wouldn’t want to be late, would we?” I nodded slowly.
He saw that my hands were shaking from the nervousness of coming to face with my dad’s killer, I had never been this scared before the man was dangerous there were so many things
that could go wrong, what if Alessandro is killed?
What if I am? He held my shakey hand in his and pulled me in for a hug.
“I love you” He whispered in my ear.