Page 104 of Desperate Desires

It wasn’t an I love you, but it was something.

And it was enough for now. It was everything.

Chapter 33-Ono

“You ready?” I called up the stairs, waiting for my wife to come and join me.

She loves me.

I had plans to drop her off at the Stargazer Hotel with Michaela and a few of her cousins for a Spa day before tonight’s festivities.

While the girls did their thing, I was meeting Sammy and Jr. at Volkov Towers.

Together with their fathers and the others we were going to go over what we knew about my little problem and come up with a plan.

It’d been quiet the last few days, but word of my marriage and the party tonight had gotten picked up by some fucking paparazzi scumbag internet rag, and now I had to double security at the hotel.

No, I wasn’t a mobster, but I was a pretty important businessman with old mob ties and that was news in the tri-State area.

Fuck.

“Yeah, I’m ready!” Michelle yelled back, and I met her at the top of the stairs, taking the small suitcase she had with her.

“What’s all this? It’s just one night,” I said, grinning.

“I know, but I didn’t get to wear a wedding dress on the plane. So, I thought I’d try something special for tonight.”

“Yeah?”

Images of my wife in a sexy gown flashed in my brain and heat stirred beneath my fly, making my pants much too tight.

She was stunning no matter what she wore, but I had to confess I was dying to see what she had in her bag.

“Yeah,” she answered, her dark eyes glittering with mischief.

“I can’t wait to see, Bellezza,” I told her, kissing her sweet mouth before turning to walk in front of her.

I’d had the stairs treated with non-slip treads, but I would always worry about my wife’s safety.

So, as long as I was home, I was going to do whatever I felt I had to do to keep her safe.

Even if it meant behaving like a lunatic.

The ride into the city was longer on Saturdays, but we sat together in the back of the Navigator I’d had specially outfitted with bulletproof glass.

Gio and Flacco sat in front. There was another SUV with four more guards from Sigma International, the security team owned by Josef Aziz, following behind us.

I’d already pointed them out to Michelle. And I explained about the extra security that would tail her and the other women throughout their day.

“We have the entire penthouse and the restaurant for the entire day?”

“And for half of tomorrow. Check out is at two,” I informed her. “Is that alright?”

“Alright? Oh my goodness, it’s amazing,” she said, biting her lower lip.

“Good. Now, I’ve got some things to see to, then I’ll be joining you at six.”

“Okay. I’ll be the one with the huge smile on my face,” she said jokingly.

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