Page 37 of Koroleva

As if he had sensed me, the little monster looked up and his eyes widened.

"Dad! My stepmom is showing her tits!" Everyone looked up. I gave them a lazy smile and waved my fingers.

My mother put her hand to her throat as if she had choked. Sarka covered her mouth to emit a low giggle while Irisha rolled her eyes. My father-in-law stood up without looking at me to help my mother, who was tapping on her chest. My sister-in-law seemed to be contemplating a work of art, not taking her eyes off me, and Romeo... Oh, Romeo! He had no fucking idea who his Juliet was.

He covered Adriano's eyes, lest one of them be poked out by the stiffness of my nipples. My beloved husband gave a head shake that almost snapped his neck in the intention that I cover up and go inside. Before doing so, I blew him a kiss, winked, and smiled playfully at his sister.

Men were such fools!

Is it really necessary to make such a drama about seeing a woman's chest? We all have a pair of breasts, or one, or none, depending on the circumstances. And my mother? As if she had three! I laughed inwardly, considering what she was like in her private life and how demure she seemed in public.

I chose a short strapless dress, some sandals, and went to the bathroom to freshen up before joining the family.

When I arrived in the garden, both my husband and my mother were looking at me with disapproval.

"Good morning, family," I greeted them enthusiastically.

"Ciao, bella!" my father-in-law replied, standing up. He was the only one who came over to kiss me and pull out the free chair between him and his son.

I settled into it and glanced sideways at my husband's tense face.

"What's wrong, honey?" I asked incredulously. "You look unwell. Did you stay up late last night? You seem tired, yet I slept like a baby." It wasn't true. Romeo looked as handsome as yesterday with his tanned skin and that white shirt with sky-blue stripes. He wore it unbuttoned down to his chest, revealing part of the ink that adorned it.

"I was exhausted last night," he said sarcastically. Our families laughed, assuming the reason for his fatigue. "And, for your information, I had to get up early to take care of a matter."

"Nothing serious, I hope." He offered me a grimace.

"Personal matters," he concluded expressionlessly.

"How do you like your new home, bella? Do you like it?" My father-in-law placed his hand on mine on the table. The contact

made me curl my toes. Still, I smiled discreetly.

"Very much. It's beautiful."

"A woman like you deserves no less." He raised my hand and kissed it.

My mother watched us, pleased. I said nothing. I just looked at the table, which was covered with an assortment of pastries, fresh fruit, and cold drinks.

"Honey, isn't there any coffee?" I asked sweetly, addressing Romeo. I ran a nail over his nipple, which instantly hardened.

He no longer smelled like a cheap whore, just him, the guy who had so attracted me in that warehouse full of bottles and boxes. The masculine essence hit my nose reminding me that I needed sex. Romeo flinched.

"You can ask the cook; her name is Ana María."

"Romeo..." his father chided him.

"What? I suppose she'll have to start getting to know the staff."

"Don't worry, Massimo, I'll be delighted to go meet Ana María myself." My father-in-law stopped me.

"My son is too accustomed to dealing with men, and he must have forgotten the good manners my wife and I taught him." I blinked innocently.

"No, not at all, he went out with his lover after dropping me off at home; he had needs that only she could satisfy. Isn't that right, Romeo?"

The juice my mother was drinking sprayed out like a sprinkler. My husband turned pale, and Adriano tugged at his sleeve to ask what a lover was.

My sister-in-law glared at her brother, my father-in-law frowned at his son, my sisters glared at my husband, and my mother embarrassedly grabbed a napkin to clean up the baptism she had just performed on the table.

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