Page 54 of Secret Mafia Daddy

He looks at my body hungrily, sulking, his full bottom lip in a pout that makes him look younger.

I laugh. “We’ll have all our honeymoon for sex, Angelo. Besides, it’s tradition that the groom and bride sleep away from each other the night before.”

“Are you having strippers at your bachelorette party?” he accuses, and I snort.

“Are you?”

He goes quiet, frowning. “Is that why you don’t want to spend the night with me? Because you’re planning to take home some guy who takes off his clothes for money?”

I chuckle. “You sound almost jealous, Mr. Bianchi.”

“Maybe I am, Mrs. Bianchi,” he drawls, getting closer to me. “I know you said one of the rules is that I don’t own you, but...”

“But you want to own me?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe,” he mutters, trying to kiss me but I back away, grabbing my purse from the counter. Chelsea is already at Mia’s, having a sleepover with Alessia. My parents will be taking her for the majority of our honeymoon, but she wanted to see the baby for a couple of days.

She’s crazy about Alessia, and I think it’s adorable.

Angelo groans again and chases me to the door but I manage to get out into the hallway and he’s still only dressed in his boxer-briefs.

“Don’t think I won’t chase you outside,” he warns.

I smile and kiss him softly, and when he moans into my mouth and tries to grab my waist, I sprint toward the elevator, my heart beating too fast.

Angelo is cute when he wants to be, and I’ve got to keep my heart locked down.

It doesn’t seem to be getting the memo.

I wave at him as he frowns at me and the elevator doors close. I let out a sigh of relief. It’s hard to deny him when my body wants him just as much as he wants me.

Downstairs, there’s Mia with a pair of expensive sunglasses in her little sedan, and she grins at me.

“You ready for the debauchery?”

There’s only one stripper and he’s really not my type, even though he’s muscular and tall. There’s just something about the sharp line of his jaw that isn’t quite right.

“It’s because he doesn’t look like Angelo,” Mia whispers to me when I complain, and I flush.

Aurora is supposed to join us but she gets caught up with a sick newborn, and I’m sorry that I don’t get to meet her. She seems so nice from what Mia says.

My best friend, Alyssa, shows up, though, and she and the stripper get along like wildfire. I’m glad her mind isn’t on Santino anymore, and I encourage her to take him back to the hotel that I’ve set her up in.

I have a great time, and I’m a little tipsy when we return to the hotel Mia and I have booked. She’s gushing about what a great time she had.

“I never get to go out with the baby and Dante being so overprotective,” she says. “So I appreciate you inviting me so much.”

“You and Alyssa planned everything. You’re one of my bridesmaids,” I say softly.

Mia looks at me with tears in her eyes, and I wonder with a smile how drunk she is.

She hugs me tightly. “I couldn’t have picked someone better for Angelo,” she says. “You’re so great.”

I laugh a little, hugging her back. “Thanks, Mia. But you know it’s all temporary.”

“Sure,” she says, waving her hand as if that’s no big deal, and I frown but don’t complain.

She lies face down on one of the queen beds and she’s snoring in minutes. I take a shower first before climbing into bed in my robe, my heart racing, thinking about the wedding tomorrow.

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