Page 69 of Mafia Toy

My body wasn’t as naturally sexy as most of the women who hung around the family. Hell, I couldn’t even give him a child. I didn’t know whatthe hell he saw in an average woman who couldn’t produce a family.

I turned back to the mirror and swallowed hard, my chest tight.

“Do you think I should get a boob job?” I asked casually, adjusting my top again.

Sage froze. “Wh-what?”

“Breast enhancement,” I said, nerves bubbling in my stomach.

I wasn’t sure what I hoped she’d say, but I didn’t want surgery. Getting my lips done, botox, and lipo … that had been enough. My breasts were already sensitive enough, to the point where I could come from stimulation alone, and I didn’t want to lose that if the doctor hit the wrong nerve.

“Of course not!” Sage said, eyes wild. “What made you think that?”

“I just …” I swallowed hard. “I think I’d look better for Constantino.”

And you.

“You think you’d look better?” Sage whispered. She blinked a couple of times, shook her head, and grabbed my hands, tugging me away from the mirror. “Constantino fucking loves you for you, Laila. He doesn’t care what your body looks like. You don’t have to do anything for him.”

“So, no?” I asked.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” she said, pushing some hair off my forehead and tucking it away behind my ear. “You should do what makes you happy and the most confident, but you don’t need it at all.”

“You promise?” I whispered smally.

Sage held out her pinkie and smiled softly. “I promise.”

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laila

I layon my stomach next to Sage on the back of the yacht, staring out at the rippling blue waves behind us with the sun beating down on my back. Constantino sat back on a chair, his dark Italian skin glistening with tanning oil.

“I feel like I’m in a toaster,” Sage mumbled, glancing over at me through her glasses.

When I peered over at her, her pasty skin had turned a shade of pink. I grabbed the sunscreen and squirted it all over her back, rubbing it into every inch of her that was exposed to the sun, slipping my fingers underneath her bikini strings.

Once I collapsed back down next to her, I pushed a couple of her curls off her forehead and tucked them behind her ear. I squirted some lotion on my fingers again and dabbed some on her nose, which was burning. She watched me closely and stayed quiet, her pretty eyes following my movements.

God, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I didn’t know how the hell I had gathered up enough courage to walk up to her that first night and bring her back into my husband’s office. Probably the alcohol.

Still … this didn’t even feel real.

But every time I looked at her, I never wanted her to leave.What will happen a year from now, when Sage has a million dollars in her pocket and the agreement is up? Will she leave us?

“What do you want to do in the future?” I asked.

“Hmm?”

“What do you want to do in the future? As in … a job or for your life,” I clarified, nerves bubbling up in my stomach. “Where do you want to go? What do you want to see? Where do you imagine yourself in five years?”

Sage paused for a moment and sucked on her inner cheek. “I don’t know, honestly,” she said. “I really loved working in animation, but that studio environment was so toxic. Maybe starting my own business.” She hummed softly, raspberry-painted lips tugging downward. “I wanted to have a family by my late twenties, but that’s a stretch.”

“It’s not that much of a stretch,” I whispered.

“I’d have to meet and marry someone within the next few years.”

I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying something stupid and closed my eyes. If Sage thought I was falling in fucking love with her, all this would be ruined. She might like sleeping with another woman, but loving them was something different entirely.

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