The Mafia's Mom

Chapter 5. A Life in NY

-Grace-

He wakes me up and tells me that we are about to land. So I have to hurry up and get dressed.

After landing, he takes me off of the plane and there is immediately a car ready at the front of the plane. I've never experienced anything like this. He helps me in the back of the car and then gets in himself. When all our stuff is also in the car and apparently in an extra car for all the stuff that belongs to me, we leave.

Marcel opens a laptop, he winks at me, but the whole way he is quiet. He focuses entirely on the laptop and I take in the city. The tall buildings, the skyscrapers. One is even bigger than the other.

After a long drive, we stop at a large skyscraper.

"This is my stop, my office building."

Marcel closes the laptop.

"I'll see you at home tonight."

"At home?"

He smiles. His hand grabs my chin and just like yesterday, he presses a kiss to my lips.

"Yes, William will take you to my house, just outside the financial district. I arrange the food, so you can relax." He presses another kiss on my mouth and then gets out. As soon as the door closes, we drive away and I see how Marcel walks to the building.

We arrive at another tall building, where William enters the parking garage. He parks the car and opens my door.

"We're here Mrs. Roberts."

"Grace." I correct him.

"Sorry ma'am, it will always be Mrs. Roberts."

I sigh and accept it. This is my new life.

"Are you following me?"

I walk behind William to an elevator, to the top floor.

"The house has two floors." William starts talking and opens the front door.

A large spacious bright hall, with a wide staircase to the top.

We walk to a large open-plan living area, a spacious seating area, a large dining table, and an opening to the kitchen. It all looks very neat, modern, but warm. There are fresh flowers everywhere.

Then we go upstairs, five bedrooms, four bathrooms.

Finally, my new bedroom. William did not go inside but would go back downstairs. I take in the spacious room and see my pink bag on the bed.

I walk to the door opposite the bed and there is the bathroom. A spacious bathroom, with a bath, but also a separate shower, and a double sink.

Enough space for two people.

The bedroom is spacious, masculine, dark colors, but here there are also fresh flowers. Next to one of the sides of the bed is also a door.

I open the door and look out my eyes. All my new clothes are already in the closet, all on hangers. At the bottom of the closet my new shoes, neatly next to each other. But there are more clothes that I don't recognize, more shoes that I don't know.

There is a spacious make-up table. On it is my new bag, with all my new make-up. It doesn't have a place yet and I decide to put it away.

After that, I see William again, downstairs, and he shows me that there is a sauna, a swimming pool, a cinema, and a gym.

Everything on the property. I do not know this, only from hotels, but not from such buildings. And most bizarre, it's all Marcel's alone.

No other residents of this property can use this.

I decide to swim that afternoon and when I walk into the bedroom after showering I am shocked by Marcel who comes into the bedroom.

"Oh I'll get home just in time, I see." He smirks.

He puts his suit jacket over the chair and pulls his tie further open to take it off.

"I uh, had swam and then showered, there is quite a lot of chlorine in the water."

I tell him about my findings when he takes my hand and takes me to the bed. He sits down and I stand between his legs. His hand lets go of my hand but ends up on my hips. On the towel.

Which I hold with my hand and my other hand on his shoulder to keep myself in balance.

"You don't have to justify yourself, you can shower as much as you want."

Marcel is now a bit shorter than me. He sits down further on the bed and pulls me further to the bed and towards him.

I stop, not knowing how to continue this, seen it in the club, but I have nothing under the towel.

"Nervous?" he asks.

I bite my lip and nod. He pulls the towel away, and my breathing stops.

“F**k you are more beautiful than I imagined.” He whispers.

I don’t know what to say. I want to close my arms in front of me, but Marcel grabs my hands. He kisses my wrist.

“Never hide your beautiful body for me, Grace. I promised I would take care of you, and I will. Now come sit.” He puts my hands on his shoulders and helps me position myself on his lap. One leg on each side of him. He smirks. One of his hands lands on my back and lower to my ass. I gasp as he holds my ass firmly. His other hand grabs my chin and he lets me look at him.

“For now, just kiss.”

He leans forward and I press my lips against his. He pulls me closer, his hand leaving my chin but grabbing the back of my head, to hold me where he wants it and his tongue enters my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. And I never felt all these feelings I’m feeling. He stops, stands, and lets me sink my feet to the floor.

"Let's first make sure you have clothes on, the food can be here at any minute, then we can talk."

And he leaves the bedroom, leaving me confused.

That night we eat pizza and talk. Marcel says that he is an investor, and he has become very rich with that. He is very rich, as in ridiculously rich. He also says that because of this he is regularly invited to parties, charity events, and other events, where he expects me at his side from now on.

When he tells me his age, I almost choke on my drink. Marcel is fifteen years older than me.

I certainly didn't expect that. I'm fifteen and he's already thirty! Apparently, I have a thing for older men.

You would also expect that a man in his thirties could get other women, but he assured me that he wanted a woman who is there, especially for him, made for him.

He wanted a young woman, one who could go with him for a long time, one that he could still shape, and most importantly, he thought, was that he wanted a woman of undiscussed behavior.

And untouched.

And that is me.

We also discuss other things that he finds important. We will have to get to know each other, but he has drawn up several rules. Which he expects me to follow.

Marcel also allows me to finish school, not at school, but at home and online. He promises to arrange everything. He doesn't want to miss me any longer than strictly necessary and he promises to work from home more so he can spend time with me.

In the months that follow, we fly all over America together. He has to go everywhere for business but takes me everywhere with him.

Every night a new dress, jewelry. Sometimes he buys me something new and sometimes he gets something for me and we have to bring it back later.

Marcel is popular, but everywhere we go he pays a lot of attention to me.

He makes sure I have a good time.

Which is sometimes difficult, because I'm only fifteen. The other women in the companies are all much older than I am, which regularly makes them look at me with narrowed eyes or shake their heads.

The only one who is really kind to me is Bianca Ferrante. Her husband Roberto is a good business relation of Marcel and they have known each other for years.

I think Bianca is only so nice to me because I'm the age of her children and she sees me as one of her children. Always asking if Marcel is good to me, if I really love him.

I always say yes, Marcel is also good to me and sweet, but we've only been together for months, so I can't say I love him.

Does he loosen something inside me? That's for sure.

Do I want there to be more between me and Marcel? Beyond doubt!

Dare I say that? Absolutely not.

When we are 'together' for six months, he gives me a box with a necklace in it. Not to wear, but to remember.

He hates it if I would wear that, but he had noticed that I looked a lot at pictures of me and my mother from the past. So he had two pictures taken in a locket, one of me in my mother's arms as a baby and one from a few years later.

Super sweet of course. Something that should be rewarded with a kiss.

Marcel and I sleep together every night, I lie wonderfully protected in his arms.

More than kissing and me showing my naked body to him hasn't happened yet, Marcel says he's waiting for me. When I'm ready to move to the next step. He has clearly expressed his wish for a family. But how do you know something like that? How do you know when you're ready?

.

"Baby, come here with me."

Marcel calls me from the living room. From the kitchen, I walk to him. He grabs me with him next to him on the couch.

"You have no idea how happy I am with you, Grace."

He takes my hand in his.

"You have proven to me over the past few months that you are worthy enough to be my wife. That makes me happy. And I appreciate who you are." He kisses my hand and pulls me towards him.

As is often the case and I straddle his lap. His hands over my legs to my ass, where he squeezes gently.

"Your beautiful blonde hair, your beautiful smile, your beautiful green eyes. Your curiosity, the questions you ask me, your openness in this, your honesty. How you look at the world." He grabs my chin and kisses me.

"You are a treasure to keep, unused, especially for me. I promise to take good care of you, Grace, if you take good care of me, I will always be good to you."

He takes a small box from the inside pocket of his jacket and opens it.

My eyes almost fall out of my head from what I see.

“Wow.”

"So, my dear Grace, will you accept this ring."

I look at the ring that is already on my finger.

"It can also stay, but I think it's too small." He explains.

I smile and shake my head.

"What, don't you want this?"

"Oh no, yes! I want that ring. I shake my head because I just can't believe you're giving it."

He slides the ring on my finger.

"Tomorrow you will be sixteen."

I look up at him.

"Time for the next step."

"The next step?" I ask.

"I want to see you Grace, in nothing but my ring, just maybe you can keep your thong on if it's sexy enough. And I want more than just touching, I want to taste you."