Santo's POV
I missed James.
He was the only thing that I needed right now.
I groaned as I held my back while getting up off the hard couch.
Turns out that sleeping on the couch was not as comfortable as I had anticipated.
I looked back at the closed bedroom door before sighing.
I don't know how much more of this I can take before I kill her.
I loathe that woman.
Emilia purposely does things to irritate me and then gets mad when I bite back.
I never wanted to get married but I had to either way. Now it's worse than I thought.
Living like this is my worst nightmare.
I tried to do anything to distract me from waiting for that door to open, however, nothing worked.
After not being able to take it anymore, I stood up and opened the door.
She was peacefully asleep on the bed. Her breaths were deep and slow as she quietly slept.
My mouth twitched a little as I watched her hair sticking in all directions. She was kind of cute.
I shook my head before quietly closing the door.
What the hell am I doing?
I walked to my suitcase before taking off my clothes and changing into my swim shorts.
I then put on my sunglasses before going to lay down on one of the sun loungers near the pool.
My phone started to ring and I saw that it was Dante. I immediately picked up.
"What's wrong?" I asked in fear that he and my father had already managed to ruin things overnight. "I can get on the plane right now."
He started laughing. "Do you have that little faith in me, boss? Can't I just check up on my best friend?"
I relaxed a little. "I do have faith in you but we don't exactly have a let-me-check-up-on-my-friend relationship."
"Well, maybe we should?"
I stayed quiet for a while. "How's everything? Did the shipment come?"
He sighed. "Everything's on schedule, Santo. You need to relax. Your father and I can take care of things. He was the don before you."
"I know, I know," I said. "I just feel like I'm wasting my time here when I should be getting things done over there."
"It seems like you're starting to like your job," he said and I laughed.
"Over my dead body," I replied. "I just like being in control of things."
"If you say so, Santo," he teased. "How's the honeymoon?"
I played with the wedding ring on my finger.
"Fantastic," I replied drily.
"It can't be that bad," he laughed and I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"She's driving me crazy."
He laughed. "So I'm guessing you guys won't be returning with a honeymoon baby?"
"You're lucky if the both of us return in one piece," I accidentally said out loud.
"Santo, she's your wife. You have to still-"
I cut him. "What was that buddy? I can't hear you. It seems like I have a bad connection."
"Santo-" he started before I hung up.
I already knew he was preparing to give me some stupid speech about love and what other fake realities he believes in.
The door closed before I heard footsteps approaching. When I turned back, my eyes widened when I saw Emilia walking past me in her bathing suit.
My eyes followed her until she reached the stairs of the pool. She put on her sunglasses before tying up her hair.
My eyes traveled lower and lower until they landed on her curved, plump ass.
I didn't realize how much she had. She kept it well hidden.
She opened her suncream before rubbing it all over herself. I swallowed hard as I watched her.
At that moment, all the blood in my body decided to rush to my dick.
I groaned as I tried to calm myself down.
Was she doing this on purpose?
My eyes wandered back to that sexy ass of hers. If we were on good terms I would've grabbed her and done anything she asked me to do.
My wife was truly a hidden gem.
On her lower back was a small, butterfly tattoo; barely noticeable unless you're looking hard.
That's something I would never think the spoiled princess would get.
She turned her head and our eyes instantly locked.
I immediately looked away as I began choking on air.
Thankfully she didn't pay too much attention to me and went in the water. I let out a sigh of relief as I rubbed my head.
What is this girl doing to me?
I tried to look everywhere else but the pool, however, my eyes kept drifting back to her.
Why the hell do I keep looking at her?
She was just swimming around. Why did I find watching her do that so interesting?
I must admit, she is an excellent swimmer. Her backstrokes were strong and her butterfly strokes were even stronger.
The doorbell rang and I stood up to get it. However, she ran out of the water and grabbed her towel before wrapping it around herself.
"I'll get it," she said as she ran in the house.
"Emilia, wait!" I said as I grabbed my gun, however, she didn't listen and opened the door.
"Good morning, Mrs. Valentino!" the worker from yesterday said as she handed Emilia the tray.
Emilia smiled and thanked her before rushing to the dining room table.
I watched as she shared her plate and began to eat hurriedly.
Last night, I was a little upset by her reaction to the food. I didn't realize she missed food that much.
She could've just asked me to hire someone to cook for her at home. I don't hate her that much to make her starve to death.
"How about you chew your food before you choke yourself to death," I suggested to her before I took my breakfast.
"Funny," she replied as she ate her toast and drank her orange juice.
I smiled when I saw that I got under her skin.
I enjoyed upsetting the woman that pisses me off.
"Santo," she abruptly said and I looked to her to make her know that I was listening. "I'm going to explore the island a little later so I'll need that spare key."
I continued to eat my food.
"Santo? Did you hear me?" she asked and I nodded.
"I did," I said and she smiled. "But you're not going anywhere."
Her smile dropped. "What did you say?"
"I said you aren't going," I repeated in case she didn't hear.
She scoffed. "You can't tell me what to do. You said you don't care."
"I've never said that," I clarified. "I said you're not my responsibility when we were home with guards around. Plans have changed, we're in foreign regions that I haven't scoped out as yet."
"What are you, my dad?" she asked with attitude and I gave her a bored expression.
"No, but I will be if you keep acting like a kid," I told her.
"You don't understand," she said. "Just this once."
"It's dangerous," I said as I prepared myself to tell her no hundred times before she gave up.
"Santo, it would mean the world to me if I could just go out and explore; even if it's just for ten minutes," she begged with tears in her eyes.
I hated when people cried in front of me. It's a tactic to try to deceive me so I can sympathize with them.
It never works though. I don't sympathize with anyone.
I folded my arms. "Crying doesn't work with me," I told her straight up.
"What?" she asked. "You think I'm faking just so you'll feel sorry for me?"
I shrugged. "I don't know what you'll do."
She stood up. "You've completely lost your mind," she said before walking away.
I sighed.
What was with this woman and marching off?
"I won't allow you go to by yourself," I started. "But you can go if I come with you."
She paused before turning to me. "Really?"
I took the last bite of my toast. "You better start getting ready if you want to see a lot of places."
She smiled brightly before running into the bedroom.
"Why are you doing all this Santo?" I asked myself before getting ready.