Diego’s POV
A soft chuckle escaped my lips as looked down at her passed out. I glanced down at my cock still buried in her. “I wasn’t even finished.” I chuckled, pulling out of her with a slight groan.
I wiped her clean, placing her back comfortably on the bed. Fuck, I couldn’t believe I really just had sex with her. I didn’t know where my self-control went after that kiss. It flew out the window in an instant.
I’m definitely sure if she hadn’t passed out, I wouldn’t have been able to hold myself back. The sight of her pink pussy, her round and firm breasts. “Oh fuck.” I groaned, feeling my dick getting harder.
She was just so fucking hot. It made me wonder how hot her heavily pregnant body would be. I couldn’t take it anymore. I dashed towards the bathroom, turning in the shower as if it would relieve me but it wouldn’t didn’t.
“Damn it.” I groaned, giving myself a hand as the sight of her beautiful face, flushed and filled with pleasure played in my head. I could never get tired of that expression. Fuck, I wanted more.
No woman has ever made me feel this way I feel with her and it was intriguing. I wanted more of her. Every inch of her body. Every nook and cranny of her body.
“Fuck…” I groaned, finally reaching climax and standing there under the shower. I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted more. More. Damn it, I shouldn’t have listened to Dave, that bastard. The sleeping desire in me seemed to have arisen. She wouldn’t know if I did it on her would she?
“Stop the lewd thoughts, Diego.” I groaned, forcing myself out of the shower as I headed back towards the room. Seeing her relaxed expression as her chest rose and fell, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle tonight sleeping next to her.
I headed straight for my study, calling Dave first things first. I didn’t bother to see what means I was calling him through and after a few rings, he finally picked it up, his face flushed and the sound of multiple moans around him.
“What do you want, Diego? I’m in the middle of fun.” He asked, his voice strained. I just stared at him, my arousal disappearing in an instant. He was just too irritating. For someone who had a busy life, he sure had enough time to spend with girls in clubs.
“Are you honestly serious about the sex thing with her?” I asked him again. The deed has begun so there wasn’t a point in asking but I just wanted to confirm I just wasn’t going crazy for doing that.
“Of course. I keep professional life strictly professional, Diego.” He said, the bastard not minding if the moans of the ladies he was conquering were being heard or not.
“But how the fuck do you expect me to have sex with her just once?” I hissed, quite frustrated. I knew she had to rest and the main reason for doing this in the first place was for her to get a good sleep and relieve her stress.
“You can do it multiple times a day but not on a marathon. You have to consider the baby. Having you poke at its resting place, it’d definitely curse you.” He chuckled but before I could speak, he cut me off as if knowing what was coming next. “Just make sure she’s comfortable and you don’t overdo it. Fuck Isabella, don’t do that”
I hung up the call with a hiss. Bastard.
Just as I dropped his call, Fernando came in. “Do you have anything interesting to tell me?” I asked to answer the call.
“I looked into Olivia’s fashion house as you asked me and I think it’s suitable for her if she wants to join,” Fernando informed me. “And if she’s pregnant, she has the chance to work free hours. Olivia might also run it for her considering her connections with you. And Olivia is currently trying to get into your good books.”
I nodded. If we had stayed back there, I knew a lot of people would try getting into Kamara’s good books just to get into contact with me and try dealing with me but I didn’t care one bit.
One thing I could say about Kamara was the fact that she wouldn’t care either and might just throw their proposals in the trash. She was smart enough to know when someone was using her. But for Olivia, she’d definitely take up the offer since she got what she wanted close by.
“Will you let her work while pregnant?” Fernando asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Considering how protective you are over your heir, there’s a chance she’s stressed from changing routine.” He explained calmly.
“Oh and when did you become a doctor?” I tilted my head to the side but he just ignored me, looking away.
“I’ve said all that needs to be said. Your attention will be needed in the club tomorrow so don’t spend your whole day hunting again.” He said, not waiting for my response before hanging up.
That dog.
I leaned back and looked up at the ceiling with a soft sigh. What was going on with me? In just a few days of actually looking in her direction, I feel like she’s already driving me crazy. Her feisty attitude and actions make her very intriguing.
I mean, who would dare to go against a mafia boss knowing your head could roll at any moment, but she would stand up to me and wouldn’t give a damn about it.
I wonder if our child would take her personality. It would be nice to have a mini her around the house.
“What on earth am I thinking about.” I hissed, leaning away from my seat. We agreed once she had my child, she would leave and never come back, with no claim to have any relations with the child. Is it really okay if I get close to her knowing we already have this set in place?