26. Vince
Vince
Suddenly, every man in the world was my enemy. The random valet who held the door open for her, anyone that spoke to her, or worse, if they made her smile. I took that as a personal fucking threat.
I retaliated against a waiter last night who made her laugh. The poor bastard was probably still wondering who jumped him in the alley. There was also the shop assistant, the car dealer, and at this point, it was easier to make a list of who I managed to walk away from.
Each day that passed, I lost a bit more of my sanity. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up. For the health and wellbeing of everyone else, maybe I shouldn’t.
Looking at the clock again. It was after two in the morning. She still wasn’t home. Logically, I know she wouldn’t lie to me, so she was with her uncle. But the jealous raging monster side of me was worried. She was with someone else.
Turning over again. How was this bed so uncomfortable without her? Fuck it. Maybe I could call her.
Just as I reached for my phone, the bedroom door opened.
“Are you still awake?” she frowned, closing the door.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Well, turning the lights off usually helps.” Yawning, she pulled her jumper off. “I smell like plane air. Private plane or not, it still takes forever.”
Had she left the city? It wasn’t my place to ask. Tapping my finger on my thigh.
“I’m going to shower,” she stumbled over something on the ground. I hated seeing her this exhausted. Why did her uncles think it was acceptable?
“You’re too tired, you could slip in the shower and hurt yourself.”
She laughed, “You’re funny.”
“Just come to bed.”
Like normal, she ignored me. The shower was running a few seconds later.
So, I got up and followed her.
“Madeline, I am serious.” I walked into the bathroom. “Fine, if you are insisting on showering, I’m supervising.”
Acting as if that was only for her benefit, and not also mine, I’m sure has sealed my place in hell.
“I don’t care.” She turned in front of me, raising her arms, “But you can help.”
I can help.
This shower was the best idea she had ever had.
Gripping the end of her T-shirt, I pulled it over her head.
“Do you know how long we had to wait on that stupid runway? Three hours. And do you want to know why?” she reached around unclipping her bra. “My uncle had told my cousins, the wrong airfield.”
Dropping her bra to the ground, she unbuttoned the top of her jeans before I took over.
“A normal person wouldn’t just wait at an empty airfield.” Kneeling in front of her, she held my shoulder as I pulled her jeans off. “But not my cousins. Both waited. Until I called them.”
I hooked my thumbs under the sides of her G-string dragging it down.
Fuck.
She’s perfect.
“And that wasn’t even the worse of it,” shaking her head, she walked around me, clipping her hair up before walking into the shower.
Running my hand over my jaw. Should I go in? I couldn’t do anything if she slipped out here. Fuck it.
Pushing my boxers down, I followed her in. She turned, surprised.
Damn, flushed cheeks suit her.
“I thought you were supervising?”
“I am,” taking a step closer, “but you also asked if I could help.”
That cute little frown of hers.
“Only use that body wash, not that one. And not that loafer, it’s too hard on my skin.” She pointed to the side before turning back around, standing under the shower, leaning on the tiles.
Taking a broken breath while I watched the water run down her back. Fuck the loafers. I was using my hands.
How slowly could I drag this out? Rubbing her shoulders, the small moan from her lips made my dick harder.
I slowly worked down her back, reaching her ass. I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing her as I kneeled.
My dick was fucking aching. I’d never needed sex like this before.
She parted her legs as I worked down her thigh, making sure to not go too high. The first time I touch her; it won’t be like this.
It was going to be near impossible to let her shower by herself now. She turns to face me, but her foot slips.
I go to grab her, but I’m too late as she falls on to me.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Holding her tightly to me. I had one job. One fucking job .
“Your hands are too relaxing,” she mumbled into my chest. Not pulling away from me. She moved her arm around my neck and looked at me. “I’m sorry.”
She is okay. I held her to my chest as I stood up.
“You have to sign that merger again. I had that agreement removed.” I pushed the wet hair from her face.
“Why…I thought?—”
“Have you seen me with anyone else? Between raising my five siblings, having Nik who is like a needy partner and running a global criminal organization. I spend every other moment with you.” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb.
“Since the second you walked into my life, I’ve only treated you as mine.
When you’re my wife, I’m fucking you. And only you. ”
I lowered my mouth to hers. “And I’m really fucking tired of not kissing you.”
Love was a weak word for what I felt for her.
She consumed me. Without her I didn’t exist, nor did I fucking want to.
It was a deep burning, all mind consuming need. She was my oxygen. And I was tired, so fucking tired of being deprived of her.
Every smile, every laugh, every adorable pout belonged to me.
“Will you please, for the sake of this family, stop letting men sleep with Maddy?” Bastion gestured at the table, “Unprovoked assault on the average working class man has increased by half. Restaurants have put up bulletins.”
Rolling my eyes. “You’re lying Bastion.”
“I’m not.” he showed me a picture on his phone. “See, that is a map with hotspot areas, and this is a public fucking notice about the sudden increase in unprovoked attacks.”
I shrugged.
“Fine, fuck the average person. You are making our lives hell. You’re always grumpy, you can’t take a joke and honestly, it’s becoming a workplace hazard.”
Looking from him to Nikolai. “So, are we going to talk business now? Or do I have to keep listening to this?”
“That’s it. After this meeting, I’m going to talk to Maddy. Make her see reason.”
I was up within a second, walking around the table. "You stay the fuck away from her.”
“Boys!” Nikolai and Rome stood between us. “Enough.”
“Since when is my fiancé's sex life a family fucking discussion?”
“Since it started to affect me!” Bastion yelled as I went to reach for him around Nikolai. “And any poor bastard that looks at her! Public safety warnings have been issued! Actual posters in staff rooms telling them to leave the venues in pairs!”
“If you don’t shut him up, I will.” I shoved Nik only for him to push me back.
“Shut me up? Why can’t you just tell your fiancé you’re not okay with her sleeping with other men?”
“Alright enough!” Nik pointed at Bas. “Everyone, sit down now.”
Rome let go of Bas. But I sure as fuck wasn’t sitting down.
“Alright back to actual business,” Nik looked between us. “Luca, you start. Vince sit down.”
I did, but I wasn’t happy about it.
Bas pulled out his phone, ignoring us. Nothing annoyed me more than split focus. The bastard was purposely playing on his phone to get under my skin.
“Vince, did you hear me?” Nik was waiting for my report on the buildings.
I kicked Bastion's leg under the table. “Is this meeting not important enough for you?”
Ignoring Nik, cursing under his breath.
Bastion continued to stare at his screen.
I looked at Nikolai to do something while Luca glanced at Bas’s screen. The way Luca's expression changed.
“What is he doing?” I asked Luca.
He shook his head.
“What the fuck is he doing?!” I yelled, standing up. “Will you do something?” I looked at Nik. “Teach him basic manners.”
“I’m getting too old for this.” Nik sighed, “Bas, get off your phone.”
“One minute, or I’m breaking it. Do you hear me Bastion? I’ll break that fucking thing!”
“I’m nearly done,” he muttered.
“What’s so important that it has to be done right now, huh? While I’m meant to be talking?”
Bastion dragged his eyes off the screen to look at me.
“You seem to be able to talk just fine right now. Why can’t you just give the report while I’m using my phone?”
“I’m gonna kill him.” I looked at Nik. “Control him before I strangle him.”
“Wow, Vince overreacting and resorting to violence. What a shock.” Bas snorted. “Alright, I’m done.”
Luca sighed, sharing a look at Rome.
“Bastion, what did you do?”
He shrugged. “Just sent a message to your fiancé, begging her to keep her fucking legs closed. Attached the posters too. I made it clear her fucking strangers is hurting innocent people.”
I tossed the table, lunging at him, and just like that, the meeting ended.