Mateo

I can't believe I'm here now. I sit in the parking lot of the penthouse, thinking what I should do. Should I go up, checking if Emily is okay, or should I just go back and see if I can get any work done? Why I'm even choosing? Usually I go for work but something inside me says I should be here, with Emily...

I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

Olivia gave me shit this morning when I came back from State Island. She really came on the best time...I was tired, had some shit days and I was horny as hell for a certain girl.

I sigh again.

Every second I thought of Emily, how her body felt against mine, how she ducked her nails on my back, there were still scratches the next day and Fuck, I love it! I feel my dick getting hard by just thinking of that night. I missed her moan, that's some weird shit! Fuck it! I go!

I get out of the car, go to the elevator. While I wait, I check my phone. No calls from dad or those fucking bastards in Italy. Today the leaders came together to discuse who should be the next Boss. It was either me or my cousin, Enzo El Ricci. He and I are rivals; we both want the same thing, Power.

I know Enzo my whole life. We both grew up in Italy, we did anything together, and we were really close until I went to The United State at the age of 20. I wanted to get out there, to be free and I'm happy I did. Now I have a whole gang that I've chosen. But think how much stronger I could be if I also had the power of my father's gang?

My father is retiring in a month and the position will be free, and I want that! The sons of the bitches, aka the leaders, will choose me, they need to.

Last week I send them what my plants are with the Protect Power. Normally it wouldn't say anything about it but if I want the position I need to. They already thought that the marriage was fake but it was smart move, if I say so myself. Marrying Emily was smart and if I can get fun out of it...then that's a bonus.

Putting my phone back in my pocket I think about the penthouse.

I brought this penthouse when I came here for the first time. It modern and protected, something I need. The views in the morning are breath taken, I like that it's so high. Living high, above the other gives me a feeling that I'm more, higher than others. It's weird but I like that feeling, being at the top...

My thoughts go back to Emily, without knowing.

What is she doing now? Is she still up or is she asleep?

I look at my watch. 23:40. it isn't that late, right? Why do I even care? It doesn't matter what she does, as long as she keeps doing the rules...but that's harder than I thought for her... she broke rule number 21: No talking to anyone about our fight. If you need to talk, then just face each other.

That's a rule I made just to avoid that my family would get involved with my private life. I don't want to get there lecture about: How to be the husband Emily needs.

Everyone needs to know that I'm not the husband type of guy. First, I don't make love to a woman, I FUCK. Second, I can do anything I fucking want! If I want to fuck every woman I see, then I just do. The girls don't mind. Usually, they throw themselves at me, why should I complain?

I feel my cock twitch, begging for a woman...begging for Emily...

I think back at the night of the wedding.

It killed me that she ran away. I wanted to talk to her but she is stubborn as hell! I said some things that I'm not proud of. But the fuck part wasn't false. I meant that.

That night I went back to the club. Celeb was already there; his tongue was already down a woman's throat. I was shocked that they didn't tear their clothes of in the middle of the dance floor. Olivia was making out with one of the guys there and Sebastian was as always keeping an eye out for anyone. He used to party and fuck like me but now...he doesn't and I don't know why...

When I came in the club, every eye landed on me. How do I know? I just feel it.

Girls were throwing themselves at me when I asked for a double whiskey. Some fake blond girl came to me, grind her pussy at my crotch and I went for it. Pulling her in my office I fucked her but every time I could think of one girl, Emily...

The doors open and I spot Math and John, guarding the door. Why aren't they with Emily right now? They both stiffen as I walk up to them.

"Boss!" they both say and I nod.

"Why aren't you with my wife!? Didn't I tell you to be around her!?"

"Boss! We said that to Miss El Ricci but she keeps complaining" Math says, looking nervous.

"He's right!" John says. "If we stayed inside, with her, she said that she would call you and you would kick our asses and-"

"-I get it!" I say, but I can't help the smile. She kind of sounded like a bad-ass if you asked me. Commanding them to get away, feisty...

"You both can go, I will stay for the night!" and they are gone. Kevin and James are usually here, but I needed them for the mission in State Island. They are the only ones who know how to handle the Russian. They are my best man . That's the reason why I gave them the order to protect Emily; she is too... innocent, too easy to take over if you get what I mean. I she can't protect herself in danger, I think I need her to go to those defense lessons...she maybe even needs to learn how to use a weapon if she will stay longer...

I unlock the front door. The lights are off. Emily will be asleep now, I guess.

Suddenly I feel how tired my body actually is. I didn't sleep for a week, I'm pissed off all the time, not of the tiredness but because I want to Fuck Emily, sink deep inside her, making her moan and cum...my cock swells begging for her.

"No buddy, not today..." I whisper and walk to my bedroom.

As I enter, I see Emily is already to sleep. The lights are also off here and I notice her breathing. It's soft and deep.

Feeling a little dizzy, I pull my shoes off and next go my suit and underwear. I can't sleep with clothes, it's annoying.

I climb on our king sized bed, it so relaxing to sleep her, even when I don't spent a lot of time in the penthouse, and lie behind Emily. She moves a little but isn't awake. Wrapping me arm around her waist I smell her scent, it's flowery and fresh and just Emily. I feel the heat of her body against my chest, it's...nice...and weird at the same time. I usually don't hug or even sleep with e woman but Emily... she is an exception. I feel the need to touch her everywhere.

My cock is hard against her ass. She moves again and her ass connects with my dick.

"Fuck..." I whisper and she turns, facing my chest.

"Mmm..." she moans. This girl...

Her arms are goes to my chest, resting there. I pull her head up so I can get my arm under her head.

She rests her head in the crook of my shoulder and sighs. Ignoring my aching dick I rest my other arm on her waist and for the first time in years, I sleep fast and...peacefully...