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“You make it seem like you were never going to get one,” I grumbled. “I was always going to get married.”

“Not with that scowl you weren't,” she said. “You should be lucky somebody even wants you, particularly with yourrecord.”

“First of all, I don't kill for pleasure or greed, but necessity,” I growled. “Secondly, thatrecordis the reason we aren't living like rats anymore.”

“Fair enough,” she said, leaving her room in shorts and an oversized tee so she could go to the Gucci store at the mall.

We finally got to City Hall after three fucking hours. After paying some people so we could speed up the lengthy, arduous marriage process, I barked at the officiant to hurry up, and, afterward, I felt bad so I left him some cash as consolation. I left City Hall with twenty grand less and my new beautiful wife.

Our new life together started immediately as I intended it to. Everything she ate reflected how valuable she was. I took her out to the best restaurants in the city which all belonged to me. She had wide eyes the entire time, and something burned so damngood in me. I love to do things for the people I love. I have more than enough money, and nothing brings me greater joy than to see it bring smiles to the people who matter the most.

Whenever she brought a plate of food to me in my office, draping herself over me like a coat, I ended up fucking the shit out of her because how could I not, with how sexy she is? She did this every day, sometimes twice a day and the fact she loved being fucked like a slut over my desk made my cock hard twenty-four-seven, which can't be healthy.

“Do you ever feel lightheaded?” she asked once, as she peeled my dark suit pants off, freeing my throbbing dick. Each time she sees it, her mouth falls open in a gasp at its sheer size, at all that blood rushing to my cock. I chuckle.

“Sometimes but only when you’re around.Fuck,” I groan as she takes me into her warm mouth. I should be in a meeting with a couple of shareholders but with the way her full lips are wrapped around my cock head, no fucking way I’m going anywhere.

She looks up at me with those big eyes, and fuck, this woman, where did she come from? How am I so lucky?

Chapter 5

Alexandra

My husband is not in bed when I wake.

That's weird.

I scan the wide bedroom, expecting him on the armchair next to the bed where he likes to watch me either fall asleep, touch myself, or listen to me speak about my day, all with the attentiveness of a cat watching its prey.

He's not in the room, either. Outside, I can hear morning birds chirping.

It all comes back to me then.

Last night I waited for him to come to bed. I put on racy lingerie and because I was tired from the activities of the day — decorating new property developments with Adrianne and Mama — I must have dozed off.

Instantly, worry grips me. I know the kind of world my husband works in. We’ve never really talked about it but I know it’s dangerous.

It's been two months of marriage. Two blissful moons from the night I said yes, from our first kiss under the stars, becoming husband and wife at City Hall followed by a lavish, otherworldlywedding, and being embraced by a new, loving family. Two months since a magical honeymoon. Two months that have involved my husband making sure my every need is met. Two months of him frowning whenever I sneeze or sigh.

Of our obsession with each other.

One thing that still surprises me is my lack of worry that things happened too fast. I literally got married to somebody I’d met less than twenty-four hours before.

But I knew that night.

I knew he was going to be the man I was going to spend forever with.

But sometimes I worry:willI actually spend the rest of my life with him, with how much men like him risk their lives?

Often, I’ve imagined myself as a widow, wearing black all the time, mourning the loss of my lover. Right now it comes up in my mind and a shiver goes through me. I banish it.

We'll always be together. We'll have a long life together.

Right now, I miss him. I miss his touch. So I get up from our bed and pull back the curtains. I look at myself in the ornate mirror next to the windows. Pretty girl in floral lingerie with hickies from two days ago that haven't faded. All over her neck and her breasts.

I brush my fingers through my dark hair, combing it, and don't bother freshening up since he loves to smell my “sleep skin” in the morning. He's probably in his study, already working. I don't usually interrupt him, but, hey,I miss him. And I'm sure he misses me since we didn't fuck last night.

I get out of our bedroom and stroll through the wide landing hallway. Growing up, my family and I lived in a tiny bungalow,the smell of pines and firs and maples always in the small town air.

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