Page 22 of Secret Mafia Daddy

She seems entirely different than the girl I’d met four years ago. Sometimes, her smile or a glint of her eyes show me the girl from back then, but most of the time she is just so closed off, almost stuck-up, that I want to show her a good time. I want to see her smiling more. I also want to feel her beneath me again, hearing her cry out my name as I make her come harder than ever.

Thinking about the future and all the possibilities ahead, I fall asleep easily, not having slept well ever since I first saw Catarina at The Angel, and when I wake up, the pillows have been tossed onto the floor and Catarina has cuddled up next to me, wrapping one long leg around my hip.

I look over at her, her face close to mine, her mouth open as she sleeps, and my morning wood twitches. She moans in her sleep when I try to move, and then her thigh brushes up against my erection.

“Catarina,” I say in a growled voice.

She hums in her sleep, making that moaning sound again that tightens my stomach, but she doesn’t move. Apparently, she’s not exactly a light sleeper.

I grit my teeth, twisting my body to get out from under her, and finally she wakes, blinking those intriguing silver-gray eyes of hers.

Her eyes widen and she jerks away from me. “What are you doing? You said you wouldn’t touch me,” she hisses, and I snort.

“You’re the one touching me, kitten,” I tell her. “You’re the one all cuddled up next to me, rubbing your thigh against my dick.”

“I...I didn’t do that,” she insists, her cheeks flushing red.

I can’t help but grin a little. “If you wanted it so bad, you could have asked,” I tease, and she groans, covering her face with a pillow.

“I was asleep,” she mutters, her voice muffled from the pillow.

“Maybe,” I comment. “Or maybe in sleep you just did what you really have wanted to do all this time.”

“Get over yourself, Angelo,” she says, her voice still muffled behind the pillow, and I chuckle as I leave the bedroom.

Chelsea’s already up, having rifled through the bags to find her dolls and playing with them on the floor.

I lean down to ruffle her blonde hair as I walk to the bathroom, and she grins at me. I’ve seen that grin in my own mirror, and it makes my heart swell.

I don’t know yet how I feel about being a husband, but I sure love being a father already. I can’t wait to do more with her, watch her grow. My hope is that Catarina won’t be able to get out of the life and she and Chelsea’ll have to stay with me.

After all, we’ll be married, even if in name only, and of course, I’ll keep my wife and daughter safe. I may not be in love with Catarina, but I’ll do anything to keep my little girl happy, and that includes having her mom around and happy.

I wash my face and shave, skipping a shower. I want to get this marriage over with, and I know someone who can watch Chelsea for me – Mia and Dante.

I dress in my best suit, and when I come back out, Catarina gapes at me, her mouth open.

“Why are you so dressed up?”

“Because we’re getting married today, kitten,” I answer easily, watching Chelsea make her dolls fistfight with a grin.

“What about Chelsea?” she asks. “She’s not really good in crowds,” she admits. “She’ll run off.”

“She can stay with my friends,” I say.

“She doesn’t know your friends. And neither do I,” she says, narrowing her eyes.

“I know my friends,” I argue. “And Chelsea is just as much mine as she is yours.”

There’s an edge to my voice. Apparently, I’m still more angry than even I realized.

“I need to meet them,” she argues back, not backing down, and I groan.

“Fine. We’ll have breakfast there, all right? Is that good enough for you?”

“Fine,” she answers, and rummages around in her things. She heads into the bathroom, as if I don’t have an imprint of the image of her naked in the shower in my mind.

“Your mommy is a pain in my—” I say to Chelsea.

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