“What did you put in the eggs? They’re amazing.” She went back for more.
Dante was glad he was seated, because when she moaned his dick stood to attention.
“I put in crème fraiche.”
“I’m going to have to start doing that when I make eggs from now on.” She pointed in his direction with her fork. “These are spectacular.”
It wasn’t long before they had finished eating. “I’ll help you clean up.” Madison pushed her chair back and stood. She leaned over to get his plate, and her oversize shirt slid down her shoulder, revealing golden skin and the strap of her bra. Also light brown in color. But what drew his eyes more was her rounded globes hanging from her chest. This time he was sure her nipples hardened, and he looked at her face and it was clear that she knew it happened too.
“Madison.” His voice sounded rough. “We should discuss how our marriage will work.”
She stood up and moved to the sink. “Ok that sounds good. Let me finish cleaning up here, and I’ll meet you in the living room.
Dante went to wait for her and rubbed his hands down his thighs. They were clammy. He was worried about this talk. Because of who he was, and what he was a part of, there were certain criteria that needed to be met for his house. They also needed more space. He would talk to her tonight, but he doubted she would want to share a bed with him, in a platonic way while they looked for a place.
There was nothing that met their needs in the Bianchi holdings so he would need to spend time looking for something along with dodging the charges on his plate.
She came into the room. “Sorry, I went to get socks. I forgot how cold the tile can be sometimes.” She sat down at the other end of the couch and pulled her legs under her.
“Yeah. I can, uh, turn up the heat if you want.” He stood, but she put a hand out to stop him.
“No worries. Wearing socks won’t kill me.” She wrapped her arms around her body. “Ok, so what did you want to say to me?”
“I guess we need to discuss how our marriage will go. Like I said earlier Bianchi’s don’t divorce or annul marriages. We stay together through the good times and the bad. But I won’t make it difficult for you if you want to go with either one.” Hurt passed over her face before it disappeared. It was so quick he knew he had to have imagined it.
“So what were you thinking then?” She shifted on the cushion.
“That we treat it like a real marriage.”
“Yeah, but real marriages have love.”
It was like an ice pick pierced his heart. She didn’t love him. “True, but it’s been shown with time you can grow to love someone.”
“Maybe, if you say so.” She rubbed her eye. “Ok, a real marriage. I’ll have to think on this. I don’t want to be married, real or not, even if there is love. I think I want to go back to sleep again.” She unfolded from her spot and walked away.
“But sleeping?” Dante asked her back.
She stopped. “We can sleep in the same bed together until we find a bigger place. A bigger place would be better. I could have my own room.” And with that, she walked away.
Dante was fucked. He had hoped to nail some things down like what they each would and wouldn’t be doing, but it looked like the conversation was over without any real questions answered.
****
Madison lay in bed. She was lucky that the mob was efficient, because while Dante had been out, her stuff had arrived. She had seen it when she ran back to the room after she got wet in front of Dante. Could he smell her arousal? She was worried she was going to have to wear some of his clothes until hers arrived, but there they sat in a corner of the closet.
She knew she should ask for the annulment when the time came, but she knew she wouldn’t. At least not right now. She held out hope, because she loved Dante and was hoping maybe he would come to love her like she did him. Maybe down the line. But how long could you go and still get an annulment? How long would it take for him to fall in love with her? If he was, wouldn’t he have fallen in love with her by now? Was he going to come to bed with her? Or would he wait until she was asleep.
She should have stayed out there to listen to more of what he had to say and what a real marriage meant to him, but it was too late for tonight. She went to shower, but the tub called her name. It had been a long hard day and she wanted to just soak it away.
She slipped into the water and let it lap over her. The heat relaxed her shoulders and she rested her head back on the lip of the tub. She remembered their time together how she and Dante had spent some time making love in the tub. She couldn’t make herself call it fucking.
It had been hot and a couple of times they had spilled water on the floor when they were in there together. It had been fun. Her nipples hardened at the memory. She wanted to touch herself, but she wouldn’t. She had been in there long enough. She didn’t want Dante to walk in on her, so she drained the tub and got out. Since she had all her clothes, she could wear lounge wear to bed instead of her usual. But she liked night dresses. She didn’t like to wear pants or shorts to sleep in.
But she could suck it up for the time it would take for them to find a bigger place. She knew she and Dante could restart their physical relationship, but she couldn’t. It would only draw her in deeper. She knew he wouldn’t push her to either. But what she had told him was true. She didn’t want to be married to the mob, although she now was.
But that was something else. He had said she wouldn’t get in trouble. But look where she was now. Married to a mobster to keep from being put in jail, even though she didn’t know anything. She had been right not to trust him. So there was not going to be any accidental sleep sex between them. She would wear a tank and pants. Because she couldn’t trust herself.
That decided she dressed for bed and went to sleep.
