Him & I (discounted/paused)

Wanna bet?

"Good evening, what can I help you with?" The waitress asks, earning our attention.

"Bring a bottle of 55 Chateau Lafite please, I'll also take the Tomahawk, medium well, thank you," Federico says,

"And for you ma'am?"

"I'll take your Bresse chicken please,"

"I'll be right back with your order," He says, and before I can respond I feel a cold hand on my thigh, slowly moving up my skirt.

Without giving me a chance to ask, Federico leans in towards my ear "You know, dolcezza, It hurts my feelings when you go around saying our marriage is not real," He whispers before his hand moves further up until it's mere centimeters away from my crotch,

"I thought we were making progress, don't you?" He continues, as his fingers reach up and move my panties to the side,

"I'd like to think me fucking you senseless over these past few weeks has put some sense into your head" He says, inserting two of his fingers into me with one thrust and no warning.

"Federico what are you doing? people can see us," I say, trying to hold the moan I want to desperately release

He slowly starts moving his fingers in and out before curling them, reaching my perfect spot. I have to bite my lip to contain the sounds that want to leave my lips

Suddenly, I can't breathe.

"What am I doing?" He asks, bringing his thumb to my clit and moving it softly, hitting every right nerve. "No one is looking Amore," He whispers in my ear, almost bringing me over the edge,

Almost

"I am teaching you to not forget that whether this marriage is fake or not, you're mine" He says, before removing his fingers and putting them in his mouth and sucking them, smiling and moving his chair to return to his original spot.

Fucking bastard.

"We should Race," I say, breaking the silence in the car that has been going on since the restaurant

"Huh?"

"We should race," I repeat, "If you win, I will stop claiming this is fake," I say. Making him turn to look at me with a confused expression on his face,

"And if you win?" he asks,

"You will accept that this marriage was not out of love and let me figure out if it's more than a contract when I'm ready"

"Okay"

"You're that confident?" I ask,

"I never lose"

He lost.

He's mad.

We're home now, have been for a while, and let's say him giving me time and being patient does not seem to be something he is fond of.

"Federico it's not that fucking serious" I attempt to say for the hundredth time, just like he attempts to ignore me for the hundredth time as he gets ready to go to God knows where.

"You don't get it"

"Ah! he speaks,"

"I'm going out with my cousins,"

"I figured as much," I respond trying to sound nonchalant. I'm pissed - I'm just trying to figure out whether it's at him or at myself, - but I don't want to act like it.

"What time are you gonna be back" I add, trying not to make him even madder

"When I'm back" He responds, no emotion on his tone

"You're acting like a fucking child Federico"

"You're scared of emotions but I'm the child? Grow up and then come talk to me"

"I think the car seat accidentally got stuck up your ass when you were trying to reach me back there, Fuck off, Mamahuevo, " Is the last thing I manage to say to him before walking to the room and slamming the door behind me. (Translation: Dicksucker.)

I need sleep, which is exactly what I start getting ready for.

By the time I am ready for bed and lay down, my eyes are slowly closing, meaning sleep is catching up to me.

The front door slamming shut is the last thing I hear before I let sleep take over me.

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Hey besties, I hope you are all doing okay and that you enjoyed the chapter.

Much Love,

Muah.