After our food fight, everyone retired to their rooms to clean up. "Go shower in the guest room please baby." Mia belleza says.

I walk up behind her as she's facing the mirror, and wrap my arms around her waist, pushing my nose into her neck and leaving 3 soft kisses there. She took her clothes off as soon as we got to our room, so now she's in her underwear only. I lightly stroke the skin on her hip bone, peppering kisses all over her neck and shoulder making her giggle and squirm in my arms "Whatever makes you feel most comfortable baby." With a final kiss I remove my arms from around her and make my way to the guest bedroom's shower and begin to wash off all of the grim stuff on me.

I brought this house as an gift for Amélie, so this could be one of our vacation homes, but I haven't told her yet.

This house has 12 bedrooms, 14 bathrooms (all of the bedrooms are en-suites), a pool, a beautiful, tropical backyard and many more things.

I've been thinking a lot lately, about Amélie and I. I just can't believe that just days ago we hated each other and now, I just can't seem to let go of her. Everything about her is just so addictive, as addictive as a drug. Except this drug is a healthy drug, one that I need to live. A life without Amélie is something that I don't wish to ever experience.

Now that I think about, the way that I describe my feelings about Amélie, sound like the ways you'd describe your lover. Now lets make one thing clear. Do I care about Amélie? Yes, more than I care to admit. Do I like Amélie? Yes, yes I do. But do those feelings equal to love? In all honesty, I'm not too sure.

You see the thing is, what if I let myself fall and she doesn't catch me? What if I admit to feeling something stronger than a likeness towards her and she tells me she doesn't feel the same? How am I meant to save myself from the embarrassment?

Amélie has already made her way into my heart, so that every second of every day, I'm constantly thinking about her and her needs. It's almost as if my feelings for her have consumed me but I don't mind that at all because she brings me a great deal of happiness that I have not felt nor have I experienced it since the day that my mother died. That's something that I admire about her. She fills my heart with so much joy that i simply cannot comprehend how she does it.

Maybe this feeling is love.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door making me realise that I've been in the shower for much longer than I intended. I quickly get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist, opening the door. When I open the door I see Matteo and Liyana at the door, staring at each other with lustful eyes. What the hell. Is there something going on between them? I'll ask Amélie about it when I see her.

"Hey guys?" I say awkwardly, feeling like I've interrupted a moment.

This seems to snap Matteo out of their trance enough for him to tell me "We ordered breakfast, come downstairs when you're ready." With that being said, he takes Liyana's wrist in his hand and takes him with her to God knows where.

I'm so fucking confused right now.

I walk back into Amélie and I's room and see her wrapped up in her towel in our walk-in-closet, picking out an outfit. Walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her waist I whisper "Hi mia belleza, I missed you so much."

This gives her goosebumps and causes her to turn around in my arms, lifting her arms and wrapping them around my shoulders and press a long, loving kiss on my lips, giving me a taste of her delicious, plump lips. We both moan at the contact and our mixed noises turns me on.

We pull away before the kiss can get anymore heated and just as I'm about to go in for another kiss Amélie puts a finger on my lips as if to stop me from kissing her "Matteo and Liyana came to tell me that they ordered breakfast so we don't have any time for this funny business." She says, with her finger still on my lip. So I take the opportunity to take a hold of her hand and move her finger so I can press 3 kisses to it.

She releases herself from my arms much to my dismay and picks out an outfit for us each. That reminds me "speaking of Matteo and Liyana-." I'm cut off by her before I can say anything further.

"I think they're fucking!" Amélie shouts out before slapping a hand over her mouth.

I chuckle at her behaviour before nodding in agreement "Me too. When they came to tell me that they got breakfast, they were looking at each other like they wanted to rip each other's clothes off, right then and there."

"I don't know, maybe we're just seeing things but it kinda seems obvious." She shrugs "here you go, this is what you're wearing today!" She exclaims excitedly as she hands me my outfit.

I go into the bedroom to change as a respect of her privacy. When I finish, I knock on the walk-in-wardrobe's door and wait for Amélie to allow me in. When she gives me the all-clear I make my way inside and head to my side of the wardrobe and find my cologne and spray some on. When I'm done, I turn to Amélie and sarcastically give her jazz hands considering I'm in a pretty simple outfit. To be fair, she didn't exactly have a wide variety of options, I've mostly got black closet. I like wearing black clothes okay? But she picked me out a loose black button up and some khaki swimming trunks that I didn't even know I own. But what she's wearing. Dio mi dia forza [God give me strength]. She's so beautiful but she just doesn't understand.

"Shut up, you look hot." She says trying to act indifferent when in reality I can see the desire swimming in her eyes "By the way, we're gonna go shopping to buy you some new clothes and add some colour to your wardrobe. Anyways, do I look okay?" She says nervously.

I take a moment to take in her refreshing beauty. In the mafia world, you're surrounded by girls with plastic injected into places you never knew they could be injected into, but Amélie? God, Amélie drowns me with her natural beauty, I just don't know how I deserve a human being that is so stunning. Her beautiful olive skin, her long torso and long legs compliment her hourglass figure beautifully. I just can't keep my eyes or hands off of her "You know what, never mind, I didn't really like my look today either, I'll just go and change into something better." She quickly says with what look tears in her eyes.

Shit! I took too long to answer. Does she think that I don't like what she looks like or what she is wearing? I need to do a better job at being a husband.

"Come here mia belleza." I command, open my arms up for her.

She quickly shuffles into my arms and shoves her face into my chest. I leave 3 soft kisses on the top of her head and gently turn her around in my arms, after much resistance, to make us both face the mirror.

I want to remove the hurting look off of her face. But I don't know how to. I've never done this before. But I'll try. I'll try just for her.

"When you look in the mirror, tell me which things you see, that you don't like about yourself." I tell her.

"Everything." She says in a broken whisper.

I'm going to sever Francois so painfully that I'll make him regret the day he was born, for telling mia belleza that she's anything other than beautiful.

I slowly walk around her and kneel down in front of her, lifting her amazing leg up onto my shoulder. I begin kissing her leg up from her ankle "You see these legs," I tell her "to me, they're perfect and beautifully sculpted."

When I get to her hip bone I continue peppering kisses on both hips "These hips. God." I groan out "they're perfect, because I can hold onto them at night and feel your hot skin radiating off of mine."

I stand up and walk back behind her "Don't even get me started on this waist. Your waist plays a huge part in you beautiful hourglass figure, it also allows me to bring you closer to me when I have an arm wrapped around your waist." I whisper in her ear as I rub my hands up and down the curve of her waist.

I snake my hands past her waist and slightly rub her stomach "this flat stomach of yours is beautiful and your stretch marks turn me on so much that you'd be surprised. They highlight, your strength and ability to adapt to changes, especially when they come to your beautiful body."

I then move my hands up to cup her tits and rub her nipples "You see these, they're perfect for when we're cuddling because I can always lay my head between your beautiful breasts and I feel at home when I can hear your heartbeat, since it calms me. They're also just the right size as they fit into my hand perfectly."

I then move my hands up to her neck, slightly choking her "This neck is perfect because it's one of the many ways I can pull you closer to me. Considering I want to be near you at all times, your neck is perfect."

I then move around her and stand in front of her, cupping her face, stroking my thumbs up and down her chiselled cheekbones "This absolutely, drop dead gorgeous, entrancing face of yours fills my heart with pure happiness and joy now that I wake up to it. You have no idea how beautiful you are and that's what worries me."

Her eyes are teary and to lighten the mood I playfully say "I mean I don't call you mia belleza for nothing." This makes her let out a watery chuckle, which makes me give her a small smile at the sound of some sort of laughter coming from her.

I hug her to me and wrap her up in my arms, never wanting to let go of her precious soul. I kiss the top of her head 3 meaningful times "Not only are you sexy and hot, but you're mesmerisingly beautiful and mouth-wateringly stunning. And I'm serious, why do you think I can't take my hands and eyes off of you? You pull me in with your beauty and your heart, mind and soul make me stay, because your purity and caring nature is something that is extremely rare to find in a world like ours. And now that I've found you, I'm never letting go mia belleza. Not until the day I die." I say with so much truth behind my words that I hope she understands that she is the most beautiful girl in the world.

When she looks up at me, I can't help but place my lips onto hers, pouring the utmost passion and affection I feel for her at this moment into the kiss, our lips slide along on another and I feel the heated desire, bubbling low in my stomach. I pull away and groan in pleasure "And don't even get me started on these lips." She giggles at this "or the other ones." I whisper, thinking she didn't hear but I'm sure she did since she playfully shoved my shoulder.

With her arms wrapped around my shoulders and my arms around her waist I leave 3 soft pecks on her lips and finish off by grabbing 2 handfuls of her round ass and saying "If you doubt your beauty one more time, I will bend you over my knee and I will spank your plump, voluptuous ass so hard that you'll be screaming my name until you can see yourself the way I view your beauty. Understand mia belleza?" She nods with desire swimming in her eyes.

She smashes her lips on mine and I groan at the feeling of my wife's lips on mine. It feels like there's this invisible force that keeps pulling us towards one another. Like we are two opposite ends of a magnet, pulling closer to one another.

She tilts her head to the side and I spank her ass and squeeze it, just the way she likes it, because I know she'll moan and give me access to her hot, wet mouth.

When she does, I smile into our make out and slip my tongue onto hers exploring every corner there is of her mouth. I can taste blueberries, which she must've sneaked in during the food fight.

When she moans again, I pull away and mimic her words earlier "Matteo and Liyana came to tell me that they ordered breakfast so we don't have any time for this funny business." She playfully slaps my shoulder and we leave 3 pecks on each other's lips.

"Thank you for that Rome." She says as she looks up at me gratefully.

I shake my head and give her 3 kisses on her temple "It's nothing baby, isn't that what I'm meant to be here for. The good and bad aspects of your life are now shared, whatever you go through, I go through too, so you don't need to thank me mia belleza." I softly tell her.

"And I'm here for you Rome, please don't forget that. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. If you need a shoulder to lean on, I'm here. If you need someone to hold you whilst you cry or have a trauma attack, I'm here." She replies just as soft as me.

"Awwww. Who knew the big bad mafia capo and the world renowned mafia assassin could be so romantic!" Christos interrupts our moment again and I sigh heavily, resting my forehead on Amélie's shoulder as she giggles.

"Christos, I swear on everything, that if you interrupt us one more time, you'll be joining Satan in he-." Amélie cuts me off by slapping a hand over my mouth.

"What he means to say is, what are you doing here Christos?" She says nicely, to which I grumble at.

"You cuties were just taking too long so someone had to volunteer to come up here and check if you guys would still be coming downstairs." Christos says with a smirk on his face and a wink following his words.

"Get out. We're coming downstairs." I say coldly, because I know what he thinks we were doing and even though we weren't fucking, he'll still tell the other we were.

"Really! You nasty fuckers think we fuck every chance we get?" Mél says whilst shaking her head.

"I'm mean, I'd be down to, we can forget allll about the others downstairs baby." I whisper in her ear playfully, caressing her juicy ass, which makes a light blush coat her cheeks.

"Ugh! I don't want to see you guys all up on each other! Just hurry up and come downstairs!" Christos shouts, covering his eyes, as if he doesn't fuck 20 bitches a day.

He walks out and we follow behind, Amélie walking by my side and I take her hand in mine and intwine our fingers. I feel her rub her thumb on my hand which gives me butterflies so I reciprocate the action, hoping it'll make her feel the same too. When she looks at me and scoots closer to me, holding my arm with her other hand, I think she feels the same too.

When we get downstairs and join the dinner table the conversation flows so smoothly and I'm glad to have Amélie and I's friends joining us on our honeymoon as well. They mention something about going snorkelling and I slightly see Liyana shrink in her position. I don't think she likes the idea of snorkelling. But then I see Matteo slyly move his hand on her thigh and look at her reassuringly.

Amélie and I both turn to each other at the same time and I whisper in her ear "Did you just see Matteo and Liyana?"

"They're definitely fucking and trying to deny their feelings for one another!" Amélie whispers in my ear back to me.

I nod and pull away from her as she plays with the rings on my hand that she added to the outfit as well. But she more specifically playing with my wedding ring which makes me smile at the thought of Amélie being my wife.

Dio [God], how did I deserve such a sweet soul like Amélie. I feel this natural need to protect her and keep her with all the might in my heart. I just hope nothing goes wrong.

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