Page 22 of Bound to Him

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Huxley

The music was pumping, and the girls' asses were twerking at the Boulevard XXX that night. After the Romano party, I headed down there to check in on things and found that the whole damn place was as happy as I was. Fucking ecstatic, on top of the world.

I mean yes, what happened between Olivia and I was wrong. But I’d be lying if I said I regretted it. If anything, it satisfied that urgent feeling inside that grew from the very moment I saw her and her tits. Now that I’d had a taste, I knew that she was exactly what I fucking needed.

“Ey! Hux!”

As usual, the guys were all there. “Hey boys! Johnny, how you doin’?”

“Can’t complain man. You look happier than ever, got to do with pussy I’m assuming!” He clapped me on the back, laughing with the other guys.

“Something like that, yeah!”

I joked around with the guys for a while before sitting back with a drink. They offered me a line, but I didn’t need it, not tonight. Even though my eyes were on the girls on the platforms surrounding us, my mind was on Olivia. It was her I saw moving her hips around up there, teasing me with a finger hooked in her thong.

* * *

The next day,I was on the streets of downtown Manhattan, puffing on a cig, leaning back against Vinnie’s Merc S-Class Guard. Him and Antonio were inside the building behind me, meeting with some potential business clients. I opted out, preferring to relax out here and watch the world go by.

I had on my black slacks and a green linen shirt with the short sleeves tight around my biceps, the top few buttons undone, my gold chain around my neck, my hair slicked back. You know, daytime business attire. I was sitting against the hood with my ankles crossed, when I saw her. Immediately, I dropped my cig and crushed it, standing up, and stretching my neck to see her over the cars.

Olivia was walking with an older woman—someone I’d seen around the Romano house whenever I was there, and I suspected to be her cousin—with shopping bags over their arms. I checked, noting a bodyguard walking a respectable distance behind them. Good, I was glad she was at least being safe, unlike my sister who liked to give her bodyguards the bird and fuck off in a convertible.

I made a wolf-whistle. “Hey, gorgeous!”

A few people turned their heads to look at me, but I was focused on her. She turned, saw me, and her eyes lit up.

Fuck yes. She still wants me.

But then, when her cousin turned to look as well, Olivia quickly distracted her by pointing at a dress in a window. She looked back only once again, gave me a quick frown, and shake of her head, then continued on her way.

Mannaggia! I had no doubt that she was still into this, but she was hiding it for her sister's sake. Fine, whatever, I could be secretive.

* * *

By the endof the week, I was dying to see her again. I even considered going to ‘visit’ Viola just to catch a glimpse, just a little eye contact with Olivia, but thought better of that. Luckily Antonio and Mia were hosting a dinner at the Boulevard XXX restaurant, and the Romano family was invited.

It was a typical dinner that happened every month for friends and associates of the Moretti’s, but of course, tonight was partially for me and Viola to be presented as the couple uniting the families together. It was a big deal to most, but obviously, not to us. I was relieved that she felt the same way as me. If we weren’t going to have a meaningful friendship or sex life in our marriage, at least we’d be able to agree on matters.

When the Romanos walked in, I let Antonio invite Enzo to his table, and I escorted the sisters to another. Viola looked commanding in an edgy cut royal blue dress, but Olivia stole the fucking show. Well, for me anyway. She wore a red dress, high neck, and body-hugging, that ended at mid-calf. On her feet were a pair of dainty black strappy heels that left her gorgeous feet and red toenails exposed. And on her perfect, tasty lips? Bold red lipstick. It was enough to bring me to my knees.

Viola looked mildly surprised when I became a full gentleman and led them to a booth at the windows, the best view in the house, and slid in next to Viola, across from Olivia.

“Drinks, ladies?”

Olivia, however, knew exactly what my game was. She had a fidgety look about her, her eyes taking in every detail of the room, except of course, me.

“Thank you, Huxley. I’ll have some red wine, please,” Viola said, accepting my offer as if it were my duty. I signaled the waiter and ordered a bottle.

“Is that what you want, too, Olivia?”

Finally, her eyes settled on mine, and tension rose between us, the question hanging unanswered. Viola was oblivious and eventually answered for her.

“Yes, she usually drinks red, too. Right, Olivia? What’s gotten into you tonight?”

She ripped her gaze from mine and cleared her throat. “Yes, thank you.”

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