EPISODE 5
658 Words
MAURIZIO FERRARI
It was 2 AM when I went to check on my wife outside in the cold. Even after everything, I still call her my wife because that is who she is.
I love Anastasia so much but right now I had to put my feelings aside and see things through the way they are. Ana did me wrong and she deserves to be punished. Trust me, I could have gone far than putting her out of the house, naked and I would have probably broken a few of her bones, but I did not.
I untied her from the balustrade on the balcony and picked her up. She is shivering and not moving; she seems to be in shock.
I took her up to our bedroom and laid her on the bed, covering her with a blanket and I turned on the electric blanket to keep her warm.
See, I still care for her, yet she is poking the monster that I have been avoiding taking out because he is not as gentle as Maurizio, the husband of Anastasia.
I got the lights off and left her to sleep alone while I went to the guestroom. I am not yet ready to share the bed with her, knowing the possibilities of her and that man might have had some hot session.
Dammit, Anastasia!
Why was she wearing like a slut? She was behaving like one too. Oh, I haven't been on a killing spree for such a while now. No one touches my b***h and gets away with it, no one! Let me sleep and recharge my body for the morning. I have a long day tomorrow.
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6 AM, I am up and ready to take over Italy. Today, I chose to wear my best black outfit for purpose reasons. I think it will be wise for Anastasia to wear the same too.
I sat down on the ottoman and looked at Anastasia who is still very much asleep. Unfortunately, I do not have time to watch her sleep all day, so I pressed the option that says open curtain on our home tablet and they slowly slid open, allowing the sun's rising rays to illuminate brightly in the room.
She moans, pressing her eyes harder than they are already closed and stretched her arms.
She yawns, slowly opening her eyes and they met mine. I don't think that she was aware that she has slept in the house with how she has her eyes looking around.
Come on, I am not cruel to let my wife sleep outside in the cold... okay, maybe just a little.
What!? You think I am too much? Okay, whatever.
"Good morning," She said in a hoarse voice as she sat up, revealing her perky boobs.
I snorted as I got up.
"Get dressed, I need you downstairs in 5 minutes," I said, walking towards the door.
"I'll be ready in 45,"
"I said 5! You are not going to work," I shouted.
"What do you mean? I have clients that-"
"I don't care! Make sure that you wear something dark and comfortable. We are going hunting and killing,"
"What!?" She exclaimed. "What do you mean by that?"
"Four minutes." I then stepped out of the room.
***
She got back downstairs in 10 minutes. Her hair was as big as always; black, curly and soft. It never lays flat unless she gets it wet in the shower, but once it gets dry it goes back to its normal big state. It takes hair gel or straightener for the hair to be flat. She and Beverly have the same hair and it is amazing how they can handle it every day.
"What took you so long?" I quickly ask, not wanting her to notice that I have been staring.
"I'm here now, so where are you taking me?" Oh, there is still some attitude left in her I see.
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