Page 12 of Mafia Wedding

"And nice—-"

His wife reached for the salad bowl while speaking, and he gave her a light tap on the wrist to remind her that it was his job as her husband to serve her.

Her smile turned into a full-fledged grin as he took the salad bowl from her. "See?"

Stelios scowled. "What?"

His wife was grinning now, and while he was sorely tempted to throw the entire thing into the trash just to prove her wrong—-

Fuck.

Bailey laughed as he dumped salad on her plate before handing it back to her.

"See? See? You can pretend all you want, but I know you're just like Theía where it matters—-"

"Say I'm nice again," he said pleasantly, "and I'll kill you."

"If Mr. Ex-Greek-Mafia-Royalty says I can't say he's 'nice' then I won't."

"Good—"

"So can I just say you're so wonderfully chivalrous, with how you always need to open doors and—-"

He stabbed a slice of wagyu steak from her plate and popped it inside of her mouth.

"Chew well, wife."

The evening ended just like how all their other evenings did since they married, with Stelios torn between wanting to giving his wife a good hard shake...and having her pussy for dessert.

He was not fucking nice, dammit.

'Nice' made him sound like he was her big brother, and the thought had him gritting his teeth as he followed Bailey up the stairs.

After answering a couple of emails in his study, Stelios saw that Bailey was already fast asleep in their bed, and the sight of her was as agonizing as it was arousing.

When she had asked him to give her three months, he had told her he would only agree on one condition, and that was for Bailey to sleep in his bed every night. It had seemed like a good idea at that time, but fuck if the whole thing hadn't backfired on him...and it was all because of this.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

It didn't matter if she had on a pair of PJs or her favorite cotton camisole. Just seeing her in his bed was always enough to have his cock harden and throb, and tonight was no fucking different.

Stelios jerked himself off in the shower, but it still wasn't fucking enough.

Two. More. Days.

He only had to keep his hands to himself two more days, and after that...

It would be his greatest pleasure to show Bailey how not nice he could be in bed...and she would fucking love it that he was not.

Are You there, God?

See you at the match.

~ S

THE OTHER HALF OF THE bed is already empty when I wake up, and a weird little ache squeezes my heart when I see Stelios' handwritten note on the bedside table.

It's another keepsake to cherish...in case things don't work out.

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