The Mafia & The Billionaire

Serene

“Mr. Alexander,” the woman said, making me look at where it came from. When I saw who it was, my eyes narrowed, and I glared at my husband, who was also looking at me.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Alex asked, making me roll my eyes. He was talking to her as if she were so fragile. Is she important to him? Wait, why am I thinking this way? And so what if she holds value for him?

“I don’t know if you still remember me, but I am part of the seminar you organized, and you are one of the speakers,” the woman replied.

“I see,” Alex replied.

“I just want to thank you for sharing your knowledge about human resource management. I also want to become a successful businesswoman, and your teaching has helped me deal with and communicate with people.”

“Well, I’m thankful that you are one of those who listen to my speech. Not all those who attended gained something. At least now, I’m certain that I was able to help someone and inspire them to do what they wanted to do.”

“Uhm, can we take a photo together?” The woman asked shyly.

“No.” I chimed in. Alex looked at me in disbelief, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to end up like my mother, who died in agony because Lorenzo cheated on her.

“Why?” the woman asked again, looking at me and Alex alternately.

“Simply because I didn’t want to. And if I say no, it means no.” I answered.

“I have a date, and I respect her decision. Plus, I am not fond of taking pictures.” Alex told the woman. “We already had one back in the seminar, right?”

“Wow, you remember me? I never thought that someone like you would actually remember someone like me,” the woman exclaimed, making me roll my eyes. Because of that, I took another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

The woman stayed at our table, and even if I wanted to throw her out of the event hall, I stopped myself from doing so. Given that she had attended the seminar where Alex was the speaker, I expected her to be young. But why do I feel like she was talking to him like they were of the same age?

“Do you have a girlfriend now?” the woman asked.

“No,” Alex answered abruptly. I didn’t care about it since that was true since we are already married, so I am no longer his girlfriend but his wife.

“Is there a special woman in your life now?” the woman asked again. I don’t know what she was up to, but I can tell that she likes my husband, making me feel infuriated.

“Yeah,” Alex replied, smiling at the bitch sweetly. Is he trying to say that it was her? “Her,” he added, pointing at me, and then grabbed my hand. “She’s my wife.” My eyes widened because we didn’t agree to tell anyone about us. I tried taking my hand back, but he wouldn’t tell me.

I noticed the woman’s eyes narrowed looking at our now intertwined fingers, and that made me feel triumphant. This bitch is really eyeing my husband. I doubt that she didn’t know who I was, and given the fact that she knew, I wonder how she found out about me and how far she managed to find out about me. “If you’ll excuse us, we want to be alone at this table,” Alex said. He was smiling, but I have a feeling that he was very eager to dismiss her.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you,” the woman replied, smiling awkwardly. As she stood up, she glanced at me, prompting me to raise my eyebrows and give her a look that I knew would intimidate everyone. Alex nodded and put his attention back on me while the woman left us.

“You’re jealous, honey,” he said, teasing while I sipped on the wine that I just asked for from a waiter who passed by our table.

“I’m not,” I replied, and he just shrugged his shoulders.

“Your cheeks are red; you must have drunk a lot.”

“Yeah, but I am not drunk.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, honey.” I feel frustrated that he was grinning at me and didn’t take me seriously. And while he’s like that, I couldn’t help but admire his physique. He’s good-looking, making me stare at him and feast my eyes. He’s every woman’s dream, I guess. Then he moved his chair even closer to mine and extended his arms behind me. He looks possessive, and only an idiot will think that we are not into any intimate relationship.

“Mr. McGregor.” A respectable-looking man said this after approaching us.

“Mr. Leviste.” My husband greeted the old man before offering him a seat. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” he added.

“Same goes for you. What made you attend this awarding?” Mr. Leviste responded with a question that made my husband laugh.

“I thought I would be alone in my house this weekend, but it turned out I wasn’t. I can’t cancel my appearance at the last minute, so I just decided to bring someone who will kill my boredom during the awarding.”

“And you have a very beautiful and intelligent-looking boredom killer here,” the old man said, riding on Alex’s humor.

“Indeed. It’s the reason why I can’t leave her alone.”

“Clearly, behind a man’s success is a woman.” Mr. Leviste said, and they both laughed. I can tell that these two were close.

“I’ve never been with him for a long time, so you should credit his success to him and his people alone.” I chimed in.

“And has a good sense of humor!” Mr. Leviste exclaimed, making the three of us laugh louder. It was a breath of fresh air to talk to someone like him. I felt like I was talking to someone close to me.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

The old man left us after a few more minutes. I learned a lot from him, and most of them were about my husband. He praises him in almost everything he does. Patt stopped finding out more about him and fully trusted him, so I felt a little comfortable with him. Plus, he always makes me feel wanted and wanton.

I never felt this in my entire life. I met people, especially men of different kinds and races, but only Alex made me feel like a real woman. My upbringing instilled in me the importance of maintaining strength at all times. But with him, I learned to lower my guard and welcome a new feeling.

A feeling that only he can make me feel. I thought I was only overwhelmed by the attention he was showing me. But this time, whether I admit it or not, I know that he cares for me.

Having to rely on someone, especially a man, is new to me. I relied on my men, but only at work. But, Alex, I relied on him emotionally. And that scares me. I’m scared that I might end up like my mother. Even if Enzo and Patt vouched for him, there’s still fear in me that he would do the same as Lorenzo.

We’ve only been married for a short time, and this is how I feel. How much more would it be if we continued to live together? What if we ended up having children? Although it was included in my plan in favor of my grandparents, I’m still worried that I might only hurt them. I didn’t want them to suffer the same fate as mine. I wanted them to be happy like normal kids do.

I stopped for a moment. Am I really thinking about this? Am I really considering having a family with this man? I looked at Alex and found him looking at me. He looks so handsome, making every woman want him. Then my eyes landed on his slightly open lips, and I remembered the kisses we shared when we were alone together. I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva.

“If you’re going to continue looking at me that way, I might fully claim my rights as your husband,” he whispered, making me feel a chill run down my spine. Without a second, I felt his tongue in my mouth. I might truly give in this time.