OLIVER When I woke up the next morning, I saw Ellen sleeping soundly beside me, her head on my chest. I thought I dreamt the whole of last night, but it turned out I did not. I finally got it out. I told her that I loved her last night. Although she said she wanted to take things slow, like digest the whole Mafia thing. She was not sure it was the kind of life she wanted for herself. I will try my possible best to keep my work away from our love life if this ever works out between us. I wanted it to work, I really do. I kissed the top of her hair and she stirred but did not wake up. I gently climbed down from the bed. However, I still do not trust her to stay back. This might be a tactic to leave again. Get me to loosen my grip on her and then she takes off again. I was not going to hold her hostage anymore, like not letting her step out of the house any longer, but I will do my best to watch her every move. I went into the shower and washed up. I had to sign some de
OLIVER I dropped the phone and sighed. Why do they have to bring up work over the weekend? I needed this weekend to be with Sophie and Ellen, I wanted to make up for the times I lost with them. I wanted us to go out for the weekend or even a weekend trip, it would bring Ellen and me closer. I knew I resolved to take things easy with her and do it at her own pace, but it was getting harder by the day to resist her. It was not an easy thing to lie beside a beautiful woman with a hot body and not let your mind run wild. She came out from the bath and sat by the dresser to apply some lotion on her body while I sat there watching her. She looked different, not just because of her face, but because she was distant. It was almost as if she was holding back from me. I told her how I felt a few days ago, but she was withdrawing from me. Does she not like me? I noticed she was looking at me from her peripheral vision and she looked so hot. She wore red transparent night
ELLEN I missed Oliver so much, I missed his touch, I missed his lips on my naked body. I craved his touch and wanted him to give me that body-wracking orgasm. I had the thought in my head while having my bath. I almost touched myself while bathing, but then I thought of him in the bedroom. It would be so embarrassing if he found out that I was touching myself. He could walk into the bathroom, or hear me moan. I stopped that thought and took a cold shower to calm myself. But when I got out of the bedroom, Oliver stared at me like he wanted to devour me. I refused to meet his eyes as I applied my cream to my body. I watched him from my peripheral vision and saw his growing erection. That was when I knew he was as horny as I was, but I will not be too forward to ask for sex. I got a bit chilly as I lay in bed and asked for body heat when I knew I could simply ask for the heater to be turned on. But Oliver played along and scooted closer and cuddled me to sleep. I did not intend to
OLIVER Touching Ellen and bringing her to her climax was a pleasure I would not mind repeating over and over again. I loved the way her body reacted to my touch, I loved the way she called my name, making me almost come without even doing anything yet. I love the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head whenever I touched her, I loved the way she yearned for me, the way she craved me. The noises she made; soft little cries, breathless gasps, heavy throaty moans always blew me off my mind and made me break out of the confines of sanity. She made it look like I was the only one who could make her this way. I sucked her pussy, pushing her legs wide apart, but one of them found a way and curled around my head. I watched as she writhed in bed, grabbing the sheets to contain herself. I could tell how much she missed my touch, I could tell how much she yearned for it. I yearned for hers too. When she was gone and when I was too frustrated and fucked one or two hookers, she was the
ELLEN I snuggled into Oliver's arms and placed my head on his chest. I could stay like this forever. I love the way he smelled and in his arms, I felt peaceful. We lay under the sheets naked. I rubbed his chest. "So, the mafia, is it something you love doing? I mean can't you leave?" I asked. Oliver sighed. "I did not choose the mafia, it chose me. You see we are born into this thing." "But do you like what you do? Do you like being a mafia boss?" He hiked his shoulders. "Well, aside from the protection and fame it gives you, it is a dangerous job. But I have no choice." "So, if you were given a chance to choose, what would you have been?" "Well, I don't know. I just— I just —I am tied up in this that it is difficult to say if I want anything else." "But you are not as dangerous. You still have a good heart." Oliver kissed the top of my hair and rubbed my arm. "You are seeing only one part of me, babe." I chuckled. "Oliver, I can
OLIVER "Where is Monica?" I asked Lily's team. They looked at me, Lily stood and looked around. "Did you send her somewhere?" "No, I did not send her to anywhere." I nodded and started walking back to my office, but stopped in my tracks. "Err, Lily, can you come to my office, please?" She nodded with a knowing smile. Ellen must have told her about us. She must have told her that we have taken our relationship to another level. Ellen and me were supposed to go on a date today and I have no idea of a place to take her to or what to give her as gift. But I know her friend will have the idea. Lily was in my office almost immediately, before I even sat down. She still wore her smile. "So, I was wondering if you know what Ellen would like, you know... I am sure she has told you about our dinner tonight." "Not really. She said something about going out tonight." "So, why are you smiling?" "Because...because...I..." she trailed off.
OLIVER "She is safe, but someone blew up the car outside the mall. Someone tried to kill us at the boutique." I felt like my body temperature dropped ten degrees. Someone blew up their car? My grip on the phone tightened and I felt my chest contrast. Jesus Christ, Ellen could have been in that car. What happened? Who did that? "She was not harmed, Oliver," Dante's voice brought me back. "Is she fine? Are you alright?" I asked huskily. Why was Dante calling me and not Ellen? Why was Ellen not speaking to me on the phone? "I am fine and Ellen is fine, except for a few bruises." "Can she talk to me?" I was already walking out of my office. Monica's voice was in the background, but I could not make out what she was saying. "She is still shocked from—" I hung up and half ran to the elevator. "Mr. Moreno, are you alright?" Monica asked me. I halted just before I got into the elevator. "I need to get to my wife right now, she was in an accident."
ELLEN "Where the hell are you?!" I heard Oliver's frantic voice over the phone. "Come to the back of the boutique," Dante said. Dante turned his back and typed into his phone, why Lily sat there with me, holding my hands tightly to calm me down. I was the one who was affected because I was closer to the car. Who on earth blew up that car? Who was doing this to me? My mind kept going to only one person. Tony. He must have recognized me. Of course, he knows I am the one. He must have seen Sophie. I was doomed. I shivered mostly because of him than because of the accident. I was done for. The door bursts open all of a sudden and Oliver came rushing in with Monica. For some reason, I did not like her, apart from the fact that I saw her kissing Oliver, I did not like the vibe she gave. But seeing Oliver made relief gush into me. He bent in front of me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and looked me in the eyes. "Where are you hurt?" he asked. His voice wa