"Are you wet enough?" He questions with hooded eyes.
I nod curtly. "Only the sound of your voice and my pussy jumps in excitement."
"Good. Turn around." He orders as both hands grip my waist, flipping me around before I can argue. "Sit on it and go...
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Twenty four hours.
Forty eight hours.
Seventy two hours.
I should be named as an accurate time keeper by now.
Fuck!
I heave out a sigh of distress as I pace back and forth in my room.
Nerve racking.
That is the only description I have for how the last few days has been. Seventy two hours since Matteo walked out the front door and he's not walked back in.
There's no explanation to how I'm feeling but I'm feeling it. Every form of discomfort and worry like a lump caught up in my throat, like my heart is unable to beat at its normal rhythm. Like a strong conviction that something has gone terribly wrong.
Thinking about it, what business meeting takes this long to conclude?
It's stupid. I'm stupid. But somehow, I'm worried sick for my husband and I've cursed myself out more times than I can count for it but my worries are not just going away.
My feet slaps against the floor as I make my way out to my balcony. I pull the double door wide open and take a long calming breath as I absorb nature's beauty but it doesn't take a second before the calm swiftly drifts into a storm.
There's a few loud bangs like someone set off firecrackers, but it doesn't seem right. It feels as though I just heard gunshots. But who could be firing shots at this time of the night knowing that Julia could have another panic attack?
My question is answered when there's a loud chatter from a distance; might be described as screaming amongst many different people. Paranoia grips me when a few cars speeds across the estate until they're outside the gates. Other guards taking their stance with their guns in hand ready for defense, practically putting the estate on an emergency lockdown.
What the fuck is going on?
I gasp loudly when I hear one of them yell, "il nostro don è stato attaccato!"
Gesú.
Matteo?
Before I can get any words out of my mouth, my door is pushed open and my personal guard runs in frantically. "We need to get you to safety ma'am." He sternly affirms and I protest.
"Where's Matteo? Is he close? Is he hurt?" I'm startled myself when I start rambling on and on, screaming my concern for a man who wouldn't bat an eye if I was dying in front of him.
The guard looks at me in disbelief and blinks a few times before heaving out a sigh. "I don't have answers to your questions for now but I'm acting upon direct orders from the boss. Your safety comes first and you need to comply or I'd have to force you to." He declares and I scowl at him.
