ELLEN When we got back from eating ice cream, it was dark. Sophie was so exhausted that she was already asleep before we got back. It was fun though, Oliver made the most out of it. After getting ice cream, he went ahead to take us to the pack. Sophie was overexcited and I was happy that she was. She and Oliver blended so well that it melted my heart. Sophie would always make us come together. She made us excited and although we were not on speaking terms, we acted along. In another time, I would have cherished the moment, but this was a different situation. No matter how hard I tried to shove it to the back of my mind, the picture of Oliver and Monica kissing lived rent-free in my head. Who knows what else they have done? I should not let this thing go to me, but it was. After all, Oliver and I were not in love—I mean I might be the only one catching the feeling. He had never told me he loved me before. We had a contract and agreed never to fall in love. I tuck
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 I met Dante and Jerry waiting at the reception when I was allowed to go home, but there was no Oliver. I searched around for him with my eyes, but he wasn’t there. I did not know what to feel about that, but I knew he had a very good explanation for not showing up at the station. “Where is Oliver?” I asked Dante, noticing his mood. Something was off about the way they looked at me. “He wants to see you,” was Dante’s calm reply as he took my arms gently. “You are now free from the police, and we are glad.” He flashed me a smile that I knew was fake.Cold shivers ran down my spine. Dante was a terrible actor, and I knew something was wrong. Maybe Oliver has hurt himself. I was so uncomfortable with the atmosphere around them. “What is going on? I want to speak with Oliver,” I demanded, my voice cracking with emotions. “Calm down, Ellen. There is nothing wrong. Oliver has a surprise for you and would like to meet you somewhere,” Jerry said with a much more
OLIVER “What the fuck just happened? Why the heck is my wife being arrested?” I asked, glaring at Nicholas. “I was involved with Antonio, not my wife.” “Oliver, you have to calm down. Your wife was the last person Antonio texted. They have been talking. I am sorry, but your wife might not be as innocent as you think.”I clenched my hands and glared at Nicholas. I was only stopping myself from punching him right now because I did not want to make things worse. “The good thing is, you can bail her out since she is just a suspect. She was taken for questioning, and I will make sure I do the questioning.” “Do whatever you have to do. I want to watch when you question her.” I grabbed a bottle of drink and poured it into a glass, gulped it down, poured again, and gulped it again. I was torn in two. One part of me was thinking about whether Ellen was as innocent as she appeared. She had been jumpy lately, but there was no way she would have killed Antonio. He died
ELLEN "Okay, I don't know what this is all about, but I am getting curious as hell, Oliver," I said, waving my hands in front of me. Oliver was behind me, leading me carefully to whatever surprise he had for me. I was blindfolded, and my heart was already racing. "Just a little more time, mi amor." He carefully led me until he came to a stop. I sighed. We were finally at the surprise, and I held my breath because I did not know what to expect. Oliver put his arms around me, hugging me from behind. I could feel his breath on my neck. "Are you ready?" he whispered in my ear. "I am curious. Oliver, show me already!" I whined. He slowly took off the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked twice to get my eyes accustomed to my environment. I gasped when I saw what was in front of me. "Oh, my God, Oliver," I said as tears pooled in my eyes. "Do you like it?" Oliver asked. I walked away from his hold, reaching out for the beautiful flowers.
ELLEN I had the sweetest dream in months and woke up with a smile. I ran my hand beside me at the part Oliver was supposed to lie in but found it empty. I opened my eyes and saw that it was really empty. I will not be happy if Oliver goes without saying goodbye again. Panicked, I sat up, only to see Oliver standing in front of the dressing mirror, all dressed up. I sighed with relief. "Good morning, my queen," he greeted and stalked toward me. "I hope you have a good night's sleep?" He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I clutched the sheets around me and blushed like a teenager. He sat beside me and ran his fingers over my ruffled hair. "Has anyone told you that you look prettier in the morning?" he said, flashing me a sensual smile. "Okay, you are flattering me now." "I am not. I am serious." "Well, I got a little job done on my face; you cannot attribute it all to me." I looked down at my fingers as I spoke. Oliver moved closer to me and curled his foref
ELLEN I was lying on the lazy boy by the pool when Oliver came rushing back. I could not contain my laughter as he came back down almost immediately. "Are you sure you went to the room?" I asked, eyeing his bulging muscles. He wore a black vest that showed all his perfect chest and arm muscles and grey sweatpants. "I needed to be with you," he said, dazzling me with his signature smile. I stood up, walked up to him, and took his hands. "I made a special dinner for us and hope you like everything." "I love whatever you make, Elle." The table was set behind me, and rose petals were scattered around the poolside with candlelights surrounding the table. A bottle of wine was on the table with tall wine glasses and the wrap of my meal. I led Oliver to the table and made him sir. "Tonight is a special night," I whispered in his ear. It was a special night for me. It was the only night I had felt free in a year and a few months. My troubles might not be over, but I wanted to s
OLIVER Antonio Romano is dead. That phrase lived rent-free in my head. I had seen the bastard only a few hours ago, and now he winded up dead in his apartment. All fingers would point at me, no doubt. I was the last one to get physical with him before his death, but I did not kill him, even though I would gladly have done that without hesitation. I left the house hurriedly so that no police would arrest me in front of my daughter. The police would come for us soon. Tony's father would not take the death of his remaining son lightly. Our source told us that police were swarming his house, looking for evidence. Nicholas was already in the company, and he wanted to get information from me first before the police saw anything. I walked into the meeting room. Dante, Jerry, and Alejandro stood when they saw me, but Nicholas remained seated, regarding me calmly. I ignored him and turned to Dante. "What's up? What is this I hear?" "Oliver, you should be speaking to me right now."
ELLEN I made sure to wait for Oliver and his men to come home. It was way past midnight when they came back to the mansion. Once I saw their car, my heart lurched in my chest. I knew this was the time to get out with my secret. I had already braced myself for what would come next, but part of me still maintained that t was not the right time. This was past midnight, and Oliver must be stressed from wherever he came from, considering that he left so early in the morning and came back this late. I wanted to heave this off my chest, but I did not want to be selfish. I should consider his mood before breaking such news to him. I had waited for the perfect time to say it, but none had presented itself. When he was happy, I didn't want to ruin his mood. When he was sad or cold, I feared what his reaction would be. In as much as I told myself that I considered his mood, I knew that I had held back so much because I was scared of losing him. When he came into the room, looking all bloo
OLIVER MORENO Antonio Romano. The bastard. He was already out of his car, tossing his keys to one of the men that would park it for him and hopping into the club. A few other vehicles followed the direction of his car. We got out of our car and started toward the club. One of the men we planted inside notified us that he was there already. They had gone there as harmless clubbers and took in every detail we wanted and knew where his men were positioned. We walked to the front of the club. The bouncers recognized us and let us pass. But I was sure they had notified Antonio, and if he didn't already know that we were there, he would probably be waiting for us. Loud sensual music hit us as we stalked into the club. A wave of booze and alcohol wafted toward us. I was in front while Dante and Alejandro followed closely behind me. A few heads turned towards us, especially the ladies, but I was not there for any of them. We stood by the entrance, my hands tucked into my pockets wh
ELLEN I woke up alone. I knew that I had slept alone last night. I knew when Oliver came in last night. I didn't understand the feelings that were running inside me. I knew he was the only one I felt safe around after my attack, but when I was calm enough, I didn't know if I wanted to trust him that much. I still didn't know how to face him with a clear eye. I wanted to tell him about Tony, not to get even, but to remove this heave from my chest. Tony texted me last night when I was still in the living room with Lily, and I did not even tell her about it. I headed straight into the room, feeling worse. I thought about suicide, but I also thought about Sophie. I could not let her go through that pain because of my mistakes. I wept a little in the bathroom, with the showers on, so that everyone would feel I was taking a shower. I contemplated using the razor on the counter to cut myself until I bled out, but I couldn't. I tried Oliver's number, but it was switched off. I wanted to s