Page 71 of Pitiful Lies

And I love it.

It’s such a normal couple thing to do, and we are not a normal couple. I don’t know what we are.

A week passed since that night at the Den, and ever since then we’ve been spending every minute together between jobs. I’ve started up work again, using Angel’s ridiculously high-speed internet to connect with my clients.

Figuring out social media algorithms is a passion of mine.

Don’t ask.

But I enjoy what I do. Creating content and helping small businesses get their names out means something to me. Sometimes it feels like we’re all just shouting into the vast void that is the internet.

With my job, I can make reaching the right audiences a little bit easier for certain people and their brands. Plus, I get to use cool art and design apps.

With Angel spending more time at home and less at the Den, we’ve been sort of going at it like bunnies.

Well, if bunnies were jacked up monster sized gangsters.

Ironically, I am still not bothered by what he does for a living. In fact, the more I learn, the more I see there is hardly a difference between the criminal side and the legit side of Viper Enterprises.

Angel is pretty keen on the developmental aspects of their legitimate business. It was a surprise to learn he made all the actual renovations inside the condo when he bought Nico out.

“I like to work with my hands,” he said, which led to him showing me what else he liked to do with his hands.

I admit, I am a bonafide fan of Angel Fury’s hands.

“Jousting starts in ten minutes. Let’s go grab a spot,” he says, and takes my hand, moving me in front of him.

He’s so big. Attention just flocks to Angel wherever we go, and lately, that’s everywhere. It’s like he’s intent on showing me he wants to be with me.

Angel has been sweet, attentive, sexy, and insatiable.

And, well, I love it.

It’s not just the things we do in bed, and elsewhere. I mean homeboy is super creative when it comes to fucking.

And I have to admit, I love the way he fucks me.

But this time, it feels different. It’s more.

He takes me to restaurants almost every day, or orders in. I offer to cook, but so far, he has yet to agree. It’s like he wants to spoil me, and I haven’t been spoiled a lot in my life, so I let him.

He rented out an entire movie theater the other night, and he invited Nico, Anna, Luc, and Maria, too. He knows how much I’ve missed them and he’s intent on providing us with safe places to just chill, which really is the sweetest thing ever.

He even had Mrs. Pirillo, Anna’s live in housekeeper and part-time nanny, join us so she could have Jr. on hand.

Our trays were loaded with popcorn, candy, and my favorite snack food of all time, movie theater hot dogs.

I might have mentioned how much I like them, and Angel remembered. He remembers everything I say, and it gives me the strangest sensations inside.

Yes, we still go to the Viper’s Den. I mean, there is no getting around it. He needs to make appearances there. I know he is not happy about it, but he brings me with him. anyway

I should clarify that by saying he isn’t happy about me being around his work. None of the men are when it comes to their women. But this is still new, and he won’t leave me home alone.

I don’t mind. I like the Den. Always have. It’s different this time, though.

No more quickies in his office. No more stolen moments.

I kind of miss that, to be honest, but I am not complaining. Because now, when I get Angel all to myself, he is anything but quick.

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