Arabella was down early today. She hasn't said a word to me since i've been back, she looks at me blankly, sets food in front of me but then goes to eat at the end of the other table.
I hear her and Asher fucking, it doesn't make me jealous, i gave them permission too. When i caught her riding him, i watched the entire thing. She was more comfortable with him then she had been with me.
I liked it. He was giving her something i surely cannot.
It was just like how it was whenever we'd fuck the same woman. Just i was more jealous because i actually like Arabella.
And he didn't treat her like a fuck toy, he grabbed her food from the kitchen and walked upstairs to cuddle her.
I can't do that.
"Good morning." I clear my throat.
She ignores me, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a carton of cranberry juice. "Why are you ignoring me?" I take in her body, Asher's shirt hugging her hips, dropping to her knees, her feet bare, toenails painted pink and a gold chain around one ankle.
She opens the cupboard, pulling out a breakfast bar and then makes her way to the couch. I watch as she sits down, scrolling through Netflix until she finds something of her interest and then presses play.
Usually it's a chick flick, today it's a documentary.
I watch her as she watches the documentary, she sips on the juice every now and then, taking bites of the granola bar.
She didn't look back until someone walks down the stairs, from the footsteps i could tell it was Asher, i keep my eyes on her.
"Morning." He walks over, more like waddles, they must have been at it last night.
"Can we go to the ducks today?" She asks him.
"No." There's still a risk.
"I wasn't asking you." She seethes to me.
"I'm under his order, tián xīn." Asher sits opposite me on the island, "No ducks today."
She rolls her eyes and faces the TV again, Asher leans forward, my eyes drop to the bruise on his neck, "She's fucked you more than she's fucked me."
"Maybe if you weren't an asshole to her." He picks up a grape from the fruit bowl, "Why can't she go to the ducks?"
"Because the four men i killed were Irish, i'm think double are American, New Yorkers at that." I lean my elbows on the table.
"Have you told her?"
"She won't even look at me." I look behind me to the door opening, Luca walking in.
"Your brothers dead, Raphael." He takes his jacket off.
"Send his body back to Regno." I rub my eyes, "What happened?"
"Cardiac arrest-"
"Please don't talk about this stuff while i'm around." Arabella stands up, "Can we go to your hotel today?" She asks Luca.
"Yes. I need to make sure the casino is in check." I stand up, "Change."
She sets her cranberry juice on the counter and then walks away.
"So... she's still mad at you?" Luca asks, a smile on his face.
"We'll stay overnight at the hotel, let her do what she wants-"
"Okay, Roman." Luca sighs, "We need to discuss this."
"No we don't. You guys will just annoy me and i can't be bothered to deal with that shit." I stand up.
"So you don't mind me fucking her?" Asher says, an eyebrow raised.
"If i did, we both know you'd be dead."
I change myself and when i'm done, Arabella was holding onto Luca as she fixed her heels. She was wearing a baby blue silk dress, a bow hanging between her breasts, her nipples hard under the material, the straps were thin, she wasn't wearing a bra.
It was short, and she looked fucking hot. "We're staying the night, do you have a change of clothes?"
"I do." Asher calls from behind me, her blue designer bag in his hands.
Her heels clicked off the floor as she leaves the house with Luca's hand in hers.
I follow behind them, Asher behind me.
My driver Vincent opens the door for her and she sits in the back, sliding to the middle seat.
I went to open the passenger door but Asher pushes me away.
So i had to sit beside Arabella.
She was squashed between Luca and I, "Can i use your phone?" She looks at him.
"What happened to yours?" I ask.
"Dropped it in the pool." She grabs Luca's phone and goes to Youtube, his youtube was full of fucking beauty bloggers.
She sits with the phone playing in the background for the entire drive, some girl on the screen talking about makeup.
The hotel was coming together nicely, opening date is soon. She gets out of Luca's side but the press was here.
I walk around the car, threading her fingers through mine. "What are you doing?" She looks up at me, eyes big and brown.
"Press."
"You give a fuck about your reputation?" She scoffs.
"No, i give a fuck about Luca's and business will be bad if people see my wife cozying up to him so stop complaining." I pull her away, the cameras flashing.
I thought she would thrive on the attention, she didn't. She seemed nervous. Her hand was sweating in mine, she kept her head down and her heels clicked quickly to keep up with my long strides.
The butler holds the door open for us and once we're in, she pulls her hand away from mine. I pull her back into me, "If the press is here it means they're scattered around the building." I tap her chin, getting her to look up at me. "Don't make me excuse myself so i can spank you in the restroom."
Her eyes glisten at my threat.
I feel my lips tug in to a smile.
"You like it?"
"Stop." She frowns.
"Dirty girl." I tap her chin three times, "If you're a good girl for me, i'll reward you."
"We're not shooting a porno here." Luca's hand clasps my back, "Come on."
I smirk at Arabella, continuing to walk but she tugs on my hand. I face her, "If I'm naughty will you do it in the bathroom?"
God she needs to stop before i bust in my pants.
"Are you requesting something?" I lower my voice.
"Find out for yourself." She keeps her chin tilted to the ground as we pass photographers and reporters.
Asher and I stand to the side while Luca gets interviewed by journalists and all the other shit, "So is he like... famous?" Arabella asks.
"Yes, he's a successful businessman." Asher answers.
"Just nobody knows he kills."
"The killings get pinned on Roman, man is good at his job, he can manipulate his way out of anything." Asher replies.
"I want to see you work one day." She says abruptly, "Papa never let me-"
"Because it's not fit for a -"
"If you say woman i'm going to scream." She says, her voice calm but her hand squeezed mine in warning.
"You complained when Luca talked about my brother dying." I look down at her. "There's not a hope in hell i'd dare let you in my proximity when i work."
"I need to pee." She lets go of my hand, frustrated at me yet again.
I watch her as she walks off in the direction of the bathroom, then set my attention back on Luca.
"I don't think she'll get as scared as you think she'll get." Asher says, "She's got thick skin... plus Juliana would want her to you know... gain experience."
"The only way Arabella is getting introduce to the life i live is if i'm dead, i'm not purposely putting a target on her back." My jaw tightens.
We were standing waiting for Arabella to finish when her small yelp echoed from the bathroom.
Luca looks over but Asher and I were already running toward it.
"Get the fuck off me you fat fucker." She said, kicking some guy in the face with her heel. "You little bitch." She grabs her handbag, slapping it off his face.
Asher laughs from beside me, Luca's presence falling behind us too.
"That is disgusting." She hits him one last time with her bag, "God men disgust me." She mutters to herself, not even realising we were standing by the door.
She steps over his limp body, walking to the mirror as if she didn't just beat a guy up with her heels and handbag, and washes her hands like nothing happened.
"Oh." She turns to look at us. "He got his dick out." She looks at Luca, "Hire better staff."
Luca walks over and kicks the guy till he's laying on his back, "That isn't my staff."
"Well then get better protection for the womens bathroom. If a creep like that can get in, imagine what other fuckers can." She struts past us
"I'll sort him out." Asher shakes his head.
I walk back to Arabella, the reporters had paused until Luca returned.
Maybe i should train her.
I think about it. It would give us a good opportunity to spend time with each other and she'd enjoy it because she'd be hitting me a lot of the time.
"Come on, let's go to the casino." I lace my fingers through hers again.
We walk away from the crowd of people and flashing lights, "Do you want me to train you?" I ask.
She stops walking, eyes huge. "You would do that?"
"Three times a week, we'll start with self defence techniques and move on to harder things as we progress." I pull her arm to get her to keep walking.
"Yes..." she says without hesitation, "Just... you would... we would... that would mean i can join in-"
"No. That won't happen. Ever, Arabella." I push open double doors, revealing the casino that was still getting work done to it.
"Why not?" She frowns
"Because i have a duty to protect you-"
"Do not pull that bullshit, Roman." She yanks her hands away from mine.
I wrap my fingers around her throat, "You will never do the shit i do, Arabella. Understood? You can beg all you fucking want. It won't happen."
"Why?" She swallows her neck moving under my hand.
Because i care about you too fucking much.
"Because i said so."
"That doesn't give me an answer, Roman." She narrows her eyes.
"Well it's all you're getting." I let go of her neck and grab her wrist, tugging her toward the elevator.
"Where are we going?" Her heels clicking to keep up with me.
"Christen my bedroom." I mummer.
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roro big mad again but anyways can we get luca appreciation
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