Chapter 20
The past month and a half, Enzo has spent every single moment learning, pleasuring, and memorizing my body.
He is not shy about voicing how much he appreciates my body, and I’m starting to believe him, I’m letting my guard down slowly with him to the point that I’m starting to like my husband more and more each day and it terrifies me.
I roll over to find the sheets cold and I let out a sigh, knowing that Enzo left sometime in the early hours.
My hand rubs where his spot is, and I can still smell his cologne.
A citrus and some wood undertone and I let out a groan knowing that I need to get up and shower to wash off the sex smell.
My body hums at the remembrance of him last night taking control of my body.
How he had me on all fours, my ass in the air, pushing my upper body into the mattress as he fucked me from behind.
The new position hit different, and I could feel him even deeper inside me making my orgasm rip through my body.
My ass is red from the number of spankings he gave me which made me come even more.
Never did I think it would turn me on, but it was hot.
I force myself out of bed to go downstairs to get my coffee to be able to function throughout the day since I’m up most nights with my husband. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and a note on my nightstand catches my eye. I snatch the paper and open to read it.
Good morning, amuri, mui,
You looked so beautiful this morning, and I hated to leave you, but I had many meetings that I could not forego. Trust me, I rather be buried between your sexy legs, eating my favorite meal while you scream out my name.
I sent Lorenzo this morning to your favorite coffee shop for not one coffee but two since I kept you up most of the night.
I blush and can feel my face redden.
I’m not sure what time I will be back because there are some things I’m needed for, so please, do not wait up for me. I hope to see you sleeping naked when I come to bed
I bite my bottom lip as I can hear his demanding voice through the small piece of paper.
Love,
Your husband
I read the note a few more times before I open the drawer to slide the paper in there to keep it.
I can’t help but think that if I had married Ian, it would be nothing like what it has turned into with Enzo.
Enzo told me from the beginning that it would be on my own time when I was ready, and I’m so thankful he did not pressure me.
I would be lying if I said the attraction I hasn’t for Enzo has been there since the moment my eyes connected with his dark ones.
There was also this sense that my body knew him.
Ian there was nothing of the sorts. All I felt was an uneasy feeling that made me sick to my stomach.
I’m happy with this outcome, which I never thought I would say.
I make my way downstairs after taking a much-needed shower, and my veins are demanding caffeine and so is my soul.
I round the corner of the stairs and turn into the kitchen, where I see Mrs. Ricci at the stove with Gianna sitting on the counter, swinging her legs.
I smile at the sight because in my home growing up, my mother would never be caught dead cooking or letting us kids into the kitchen if she was.
Gianna turns her head, and her whole face lights up. “Oh, hey girl! Good Morning!”
I chuckle. “Good morning, Gianna.” I beam at her walking to the counter by the coffee machine where I see two of my drinks just like Enzo had mentioned.
Gianna uses her spoon to pick out the marshmallows in the bowl of cereal she is eating in her royal blue leggings and an off the shoulder over size t-shirt. Her hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head.
“I see my big brother sent one of his minions out this morning for your coffee,” she says, laughing. “Girl, sometimes you need to take me to this coffee shop because that looks so good.”
I bring the first cup to my lips, letting the bitterness and sugar hit my taste buds before I respond to her. “Of course. This coffee is life changing.” I pick up the other one and hand it to her. “Here, you can have this one. He got me two so I can share.”
I stand beside her, and she takes the cup from me. She takes a sip, and her eyes become wide when she exclaims loudly, making me and Mrs. Ricci jump. “Holy crap, you’re right! This drink is amazing, and I think my new obsession.”
I laugh and take another sip of my drink. I peer at Mrs. Ricci, who is cooking something that smells delicious.
“Perfect timing, I think.” She chuckles as she adds the finishing touches.
My hand fly’s to my stomach a little embarrassed. “Is there anything that I can do to help?”
She places the spoon down, wipes her hands on a towel, and walks over to hug me.
Her embrace is so warm, kind, welcoming and there is a sting behind my eyes because I never received this from my own mother.
“Thank you, dear.” She pulls back and smiles at me and I do the same back at her.
“Another time you can help.” She goes back to what she is cooking.
“I hope that you like eggs in purgatory and homemade bread.”
It has been a long time since I have had this dish. I think the last time that I had eggs in purgatory was when we visited my grandparents in Sicily years ago.
“That sounds amazing. It has been years since I had it.” My mouth is watering.
“Mama makes the best! I can’t have it anywhere else because I will only eat hers,” Gianna chimes in.
I smile and decide to grab the plates that are on the counter near Gianna and set the small round table in the kitchen.
The need to help is still there, and I want to feel useful in any way that I can.
Gianna hops down to help me finish setting the table before Mrs. Ricci brings over the large skillet pan, then the fresh bread and a bowl of fresh fruit.
We all sit down, and Mrs. Ricci reaches out to plate my dish, Gianna’s then herself.
I help myself to the fruit and a small amount of bread.
I take the bread, dip it in the eggs with the sauce.
I make sure to gather everything to have one bite.
The moment the flavors hit my taste buds, they dance with excitement.
I let out a deep moan roll my eyes rolling the back of my head.
“I take it she likes it, Mama.” Gianna giggles and starts to eat hers.
“I’m glad,” Mrs. Ricci exclaims happily and takes a bit of her dish.
My heart hurts with the pain of missing my siblings with sitting here. My eyes sting from the tears wanting to escape.
I sniff and their heads turn toward me, and I feel so embarrassed. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry that I’m sitting here, after you made this delicious breakfast.” Mrs. Ricci’s hand wraps around mine on the table. Her warm touch settles me.
“There is nothing to be sorry about, sweet girl.” Mrs. Ricci’s voice is soft and soothing
“Mama is right, girl.”
I wipe my eyes with my free hand. “I miss my siblings so much.”
“Oh, sweet girl. I’m sure they miss you as well.” She pats my hand. “Have you tried reaching out to them?”
I laugh. “Mrs. Ricci, your son has not let me speak to anyone besides anyone in this house.” The crow’s feet around her eyes crease.
“I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.
I just mean, he does not let me do really anything.
” I play with the food on my plate. “I have no idea what he even does all day.”
They both are silent for what seems an eternity until Mrs. Ricci breaks it.
“My son wears the world on his shoulders, and I wish that he didn’t.
” She uses the napkin on her lap to wipe the sides of her mouth.
“Ever since my husband passed away, Enzo has taken on all the responsibility of our family. Of our legacy and much more than my husband did.” Her eyes soften.
“Enzo idolized his father and tries to live up to the man his father was. But like I have told him, his father would approve of him and what he has turned into. Mr. Ricci would be proud at what his son has accomplished.” She winks at me.
“I just wished he would slow down to enjoy life. And now he has you who maybe can help him see that.” She pauses before saying, “Though, I do see his point of this situation as he feels that it’s the best option right now, but I see your point on being left in the dark to why. ”
Gianna chimes in after shoving a piece of eggs. “Mama, he doesn’t have to be a huge asshole about it.”
Mrs. Ricci scolds her in Sicilian.
“What do you think I should do?”
Mrs. Ricci turns to me and smiles. “Time will tell. Enzo does have a huge heart with a soft center. It needs to be broken down some.”
I nod at her suggestion because she is right. Time will tell.
After breakfast, I insist on cleaning up while Mrs. Ricci went to read on the back patio.
Her words roll around in in my head about my husband.
All he has shown me the darker side of my husband when he married me, but I have seen more of his other alter ego.
But part of me is starting to enjoy both parts of my husband and I would be lying if his darker side did not set my body on fire.
My mind is showing slides of Enzo between my legs hours ago when Gianna asks me a question making me blink my eyes to float back down to reality.
“Ew if your thinking what I think your thinking of.” I blush at her comment.
“And two, I was thinking we need to have a redo of a girls day more like a girl’s night.
” I smile at her because a girls night in does sound amazing.
Some cheesy romcoms, popcorn, and all the snacks.
“I have been itching to go dancing, but Enzo has not been a big fan of it lately.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “If he does not want you or us to go, maybe a night in would be best. Lucia, my little sister and I would do those nights all the time. Watch our favorite movies and popcorn and–––”
“Oh, that does sound like fun. But I have been feeling too cooped up in this house and want to have a night of fun.” She pouts at me and begs. “Please, Isabella? It will be so much fun and a night to remember.”
I roll my eyes because I cannot say no to Gianna. Plus, she and I are starting to build a real friendship. “I guess we could.”
She shrieks with excitement and rushes out of the kitchen with lightning speed.
I finish cleaning the kitchen, make another coffee, and the fear that I tucked so far away inside starts to resurface about having the feeling of someone watching me. Not in the way that Enzo watches me like he states. No, this one feels scary.