LOVE AND SEX (the mafia’s slutty wife)

The aroma of fried chicken woke Serena up from what seemed like an unfitful sleep, she stayed where she was with her eyes open as the previous night events flooded her mind.

Serena groaned slapping her forehead, she wasn’t supposed to be attracted to a man who had married her against her will and a man who had told her she was just a debt and he was her collector.

Yesterday night had been a serious mistake and Serena resolved to never let it happen again. She threw the covers and placed her feet on the cold floor allowing herself breathe for a while before getting up and heading outside to see who was cooking up a storm.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The house was silent, there was no one there but on the dining table was layers and layers of all you can eat and a note sat at the edge of the table close to the wine glass. She picked up the note, it read “I’m sorry” in perfectly calligraphed writing. Warmth flooded Serena at the thought that he had asked for this to be prepared to apologize for yesterday. Was he sorry that he did not go through with whatever they were doing or was he sorry she was a virgin, she had no idea but food was calling and so she sat down and devoured the layers of her “apology” food.

Damon had gone out of the house that morning with no steady destination other than his father’s office, he had been asked to come over for a brief meeting with an important client. When his father talked about important, he knew that it involved the other side of their business which was sufficiently hidden from the media.

He could see her everywhere he looked, in the windows , out the car, teasing him, luring him.

He could taste her lips on his and could still feel how right her breasts were in his hand. How had she managed to stay a virgin all of these years, he knew she had attended university and pursued careers in investigative journalism, so how had she not been tempted even once to give it up. Had she been with her ex even as a virgin? Damon groaned adjusting his tie which was seeming too tight. He had almost taken her last night, he had no idea why he had stopped, why he had run away. She was complicating his life and ruining his sexual drive, she was like an earthquake unearthing everything that made him him and that included his ability to take without question.

“Stop the car for a while.” Damon commanded.

The car came to an abrupt stop and he got out in front of a jewelry shop, it was an amethyst necklace that had caught his attention.

It would go so well with her eyes, he thought staring through the glass at it, imagining her without clothes and with only the necklace shining on her neck as he drove her to ecstasy, his fingers digging deep into…

What the fuck was he doing? He thought shaking his head in disbelief.

He walked into the shop, pointing at the necklace. The seller bowed deeply obviously recognizing him and then offered him the necklace. Damon paid and walked back to the car clutching the thing in his hand.

“Drive” he commanded again and then sat back to observe the necklace. It was beautiful but never as beautiful as her, she was like a burst of fresh air and he was turning into a poet, he thought disgustingly throwing the necklace at the far end of the car.

They got out in front of his father’s office and as usual the paparazzi began hurling questions about his marriage and taking pictures just so they could have more sales when he is on the front page. He walked into the office building and was greeted by the receptionist who batted her fake lashes at him and bent forward a little so her boob job was staring at him right in the face. He looked at them for a while and then back at her face, she smiled at him revealing gap tooth and then directed him to the underground basement where the meeting was taking place but not before writing down her number in a piece of paper and placing gingerly in his hand.

His father had gotten this new receptionist and it was obvious they were both fucking, so she wanted to screw father and son ehh… he was going to show her just how much fucking him could mess a woman up, maybe that would get Serena out of his system although he highly doubted it.

Damon rapped the door three times in succession and entered, he was acknowledged by a nod from his father and shown into the seat that was reserved for him.

“Someone stole from us.” The man at the right called Antonio said.

“Who is it?” Damon asked flexing his fingers, who would be stupid enough to steal from the mafia.

“I asked you here today Son because it seems your wife’s family have been causing trouble. Her father is going to be involved in this, we have no idea who took the money but the tape picked up her father at the scene. We can only assume he helped the thief.”

“What makes you so sure he is not the thief.” Damon asked turning to his father.

“I have known the man half my life, he can be a chronic debtor but he is not a thief. Too cowardly for that and loyal to a fault, you won’t get the name of the thief too easily from him. You are to employ every means necessary to make sure that money is found or some people in high places are going to start mean things.” His father concluded looking at him.

Damon sized up everyone in the room, he had known all of them since he was a child and before he came to realize what exactly gave his father the bulk of his money.

“Do not worry about it, I will get you all back your money before it gets out of hand. If that is all, I have something to get to.” He said standing up and with a nod of his head exited the room.

The receptionist was no longer at the counter which was quite disappointing, he had hoped to fuck her somewhere in the building, he was never going to call her obviously seeing that he had discarded her number immediately.

“Sir” someone called as soon as he left the building, it was the receptionist.

Damon went back into the office and she led him to the printing room, he wasn’t one to want to have random sex with a stranger but he had to get rid of the heightened sensation from yesterday failed attempt with Serena.

The receptionist began undressing while he watched her with folded arms. She stepped out of her clothes and got rid of her panties and bra, her boobs bounced unnaturally on her chest.

She lay down on a table in front of him, waiting.

“Touch yourself.” Damon commanded from where he stood.

Her hands began exploring her body as he watched, her fingers going down to her opened legs as he watched. She began fingering herself, looking at him with hooded eyes.

His mind was far away, he wondered if Serena had gotten his note and if she considered the food a proper form of apology. The moans from the receptionist grew intense, her eyes were closed and she was in a whole new world of her own.

Damon slipped out of the room and headed determinedly to the door, she did not excite him, just as Judith had not.

He was ruined and it was because of one innocent, doe eyed Virgin girl.

He got into the car waiting outside for him, gave instructions to the driver and closed his eyes, stretching leisurely his fingers made contact with the cool necklace. He opened his eyes, grabbed the necklace and brought it to the light, watching the gems on it sparkle in the light. She was going to to look good naked with only them on her neck and he was going to see that happen.

He smiled to himself and closed his eyes again.