Chapter 3

Emma’s POV

Sitting on my bed and looking at my dishevelled and scattered room literally did nothing to reduce the fire burning in my chest. I looked at my vanity table turned upside down and winced. 

“Fuck! Maybe I went too far and I shouldn’t have broken that mirror.” I muttered to myself.

I curled up on my bed and just closed my eyes. I badly wanted to sleep to relieve myself of this humiliation and pain, but sleep betrayed me. Rather, the tears I’ve been trying to gate keep decided that time as the best time to release themselves.

My chest felt stuffy, like a giant was crushing my heart and my lungs at the same time. I hated my life and I just wanted to die. I cried till I had nothing coming out of my eyes and I was pretty sure my tear ducts ran away because they were fed up with my soul wrenching cries.

I couldn’t even pinpoint the exact thing that was making me cry. Was it the fact that my own husband finally kissed me since we got married, or that he had disgust clearly drawn on his face after the kiss, or ordering the guards to look me up in my room and not let me out for whatsoever reason or him thinking it was respectful to plan a charity party and just throw it at me on the D-day without any prior notice?

I didn’t want to admit the pussy throbbing part because I cannot even explain how that happened to be honest. 

“You know why that happened, Em.” a tiny voice in my mind spoke with a drawl.

Well, that’s the problem. Deep down my mind, I knew I was weirdly attracted to my husband, even though I hated and still hate him to bits. But, he is the most sexy, finest male specimen I’ve ever seen in my long ass whole life. He oozes a perfect masculine aura. Thinking about the hard kiss we had sent bouts of shivers down my lady part from my spine.

“Get hold of yourself, Emma!”

“It’s probably because it’s been a long time since I had sex.”

“Maybe I should sneak out of the house and pounce on any man I see to fuck me, till my senses are properly aligned”

“A good round of solid sex from a well built man who doesn’t have stupid blue eyes or a perfect chiselled face with the yummiest abs would probably do me good.”

I laid down to sleep, mulling over different ideas in my mind to be finally sane and sexually satiated. I closed my eyes shut, willing the sleep to come to me and not play any stupid game with me this time around. I didn’t even sleep for 2 hours before I heard an annoying incessant knock on my door.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, staring at the door and trying to even recollect where I was. Wondering who on earth had the guts to knock like that on my door, I walked to the door to open it, but stopped abruptly as my hand hovered over the doorknob. Only Luca had the guts to knock on my door like a lunatic and I was going to enjoy stressing his ass out and leaving him standing at my door, knocking and waiting like the possessive, control freak lunatic he is.

Smirking at the door when the knocks stopped, I wondered how easily a whole Ice King! The mafia Lord suddenly got tired of knocking and gave up. But I hadn’t even stepped an inch from where I was standing when the knocks started again, this time louder than before. The knocks were starting to get on my nerves and I was starting to feel anger building up.

I flung the door and started warning Luca about the annoying knocks, before my words dried in my throat. Standing before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.

For a second, I just stared at her and her perfect curvy body. She had the most perfectly shaped and firm boobs, I thought jealously.

“I’m sure she had a boob job, a nose lift and a lip pump because, ain’t no way her maker created her to be that perfect.” I muttered under my breath, low enough for only my ears… Or so I thought.

“What did you say?” she replied in a condescending manner.

I hated her immediately, I hated how squeaky her stupid voice sounded. It sounded like when a mouse got trapped in a trap and it was pissing me off.

“I wasn’t talking to you. Who the fuck are you and why would you even be knocking like that on my door? Last I checked, this is my house and I don’t remember my husband and I expecting any visitors?” I fired back at her, scrambling at my brain to recollect if this was any of Luca’s long lost sister who he never told me about.

The bitch ignored me and just sauntered into my room, like she had a high share in my husband’s company. She had this air about her, almost as if she knew something I didn’t and I didn’t like that attitude.

“I’m Stephanie, Luca’s gir… Luca’s friend and I’m here to make you look better than an eyesore for the party.” She replied in that same squeaky voice.

Confusion set in first, then realisation and then blazing anger. How dare he? How dare that scumbag? How dare that fucking bastard bring his tramp to our house, our home!? 

Did she think I was dumb? Or I didn’t hear that stupid condescending tone in that annosqueky voice of hers? Or even the girlfriend she was about to announce herself as, before correcting it to a friend? 

“Drop the clothes and the make up and get out of my house this instant!” I replied in a very low voice. I was blazing with fury and god help me, I would tear her from limb to limb if she as much as disobeyed my orders.

She stood there, looking at me with a defiant look in her eyes and I just saw red. 

“Get your sloppy ass, fucking boob job and a lip that looks like your doctor gave you a 90% sale lip pump out of my home this instant, before I throw you out!” I screamed.

I wasn’t going to wait around and listen to that squeaky voice of hers again. I walked to the door and bellowed into the corridor.

“Jane! Claudia!! Vera! Get the outfits and the make up from this woman’s assistants to my room right now, then see them out immediately!” I have a firm order to the maids. They knew me well enough not to call my bluff. 

The bitch stood there wide eyed, not believing that she would one day be thrown out of her Luca’s mansion and by no other woman than the one Luca said was nothing, but just an eye candy to him and the world. 

I know fully well that she was wondering why Luca didn’t select her, even after she might have probably offered her shameless artificial self to him and always made sure to satisfy his sexual needs and still turn a blind eye to the numerous women she had to glam up each time he needed a plus 1 for an occasion. 

Well, I cared less about her feelings and cared more about getting her sorry ass thrown out of my house.

She left immediately the maids brought in the outfits and make up, but not before throwing a scorching, condescending look my way before swaying her hips out of my room. I’m sure she was going to run to her mafia boyfriend, who happens to be my husband, to complain and bitch about in her annoying voice. 

But I honestly cared less. I was excited to try on new clothes and this night would be the perfect night to tip Luca off the edge and make him mad. I would definitely show off more skin and find a dress that will hug my every curve and make me look like the wild wife of the Mafia Lord, Luca Moretti.

Jane helped me with my beauty bath and just as I was leaving the bathroom, I heard Luca drive in and talk to Matthias who he stationed outside my room for a bit, before walking to his room and ignoring mine. I couldn’t care less, today was going to be my wild night.

Jane left and I used that opportunity to let my towel fall and walked around my room naked. I was walking to the vanity table Jane helped me rearrange when my door suddenly flung open. Standing there was Luca, his eyes blazing with fury and his shoulders taut.

“Oh, look who just found out about his girlfriend being thrown out.” I muttered under my breath.

I waited for his angry words and threats, but it never came and I started wondering what went wrong with his voice. I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw something different in his eyes. Hunger… Desire… They were boldly written there. And that was when I traced his eyes and looked down and realized I was stark naked.