I Married My Ex Boyfriend's Father

/006- Selfish Reasons/

**Massimo’s Point Of View**

Married at my age, for the fifth time. You’d think I’d have given up after losing three wives and getting divorced by the fourth. The last thing i need is some young hot broad to make me forget that marriage and I have never worked well.

I would have agreed with this line of thought if it weren’t for the fact that the so-called young hot broad is the fierce CEO of a massive commercial company. We’re not in love, but we have great conversations and the s*x is just so damn good. She’s so f*****g beautiful when my c**k is buried deep inside of her.

We should have had a honeymoon, to celebrate our newly formed relationship but she talked me out of it. We’re rich, and we’re married, any day can be a honeymoon.

“Sir, I’m sorry. I tried.... I really did try and it didn’t work. He wouldn’t sell. He said he got a better offer.”

Sadly, today is the first working day of the week. She and I have work to do. We can’t spend more time f*****g all over the mansion. We have work. I do have personal work to do besides the work I told her about.

Rubbing my chin, I eyed the man in front of me. Tears and snot were always an ugly mix. I wish people would try to go out with some dignity.

Alessio taps me on the arm, as though he’s trying to get me to say something to the man.

I sigh. “He had agreed to sell the last time I spoke to him. What did you do? What better offer could he have gotten?”

“He....I.... I couldn’t...”

"Rafe, porta il signor Paner nell'altra stanza e spiegagli cosa ha fatto di sbagliato." Myn bodyguard, Rafe nods. Grabbing Mister Paner by the neck and dragging him into the other room. To do nothing but explain to that old bastard what he did wrong.

I had that company in my grasp. He was ready to sell to me, I made the better offer, and now... I really shouldn’t be letting incompetent people do anything for me.

"Padre, cosa facciamo ora?"

I tip my head to the side, locking my gaze onto Alessio’s. What do we do now? He’d asked me. Well, that’s interesting, because I have no clue. This was a done deal. I did all the work. I even reconfirmed we had things set.

That fucker, frank stollard said he would sign the papers once my guy got there. Then suddenly he’s got a much better offer. Really?

I was going to keep his company alive but to go behind my back, that’s unacceptable. I expected better from someone looking to make big bucks so he can enjoy retirement.

“We will do nothing. Go handle your main job. Malco’s hotel is opening a new branch in Paris right?”

“Yes,” he answers with a nod.

“Then go and handle your business. I will be fine.” I assured him, rising up from behind my desk. Alessio stays rooted to his seat. Leave it to my oldest son to worry about me. I can handle more work than he can, and yet he worries that I’m doing too much. “Go, Alessio. I have something to handle.”

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Frank’s number. Alessio finally got up, he didn’t say anything to me which wasn’t unusual. He’s the quiet one in the family. Much like I was when I was in my teens. Now I’m cocky and cold.

An improvement. I chuckle to myself.

“You got the frank, I’m currently aware from my phone so please try again. And if you happen to be Massimo Buscami, I have no intention of calling you to dare try.”

I pulled the phone back and frowned. The f**k? Frank was happy to sign a deal with me only days ago. What changed?

My phone vibrated and I saw the face of my new wife. Answering the call, I noticed it was a video rather than a regular call.

“Hi husband,” Victoria says, her face full of a nice smile.

“Hello, principessa. How’s work?” from the corner of my eyes, I spot Rafe walking out of the private room with Mr Paner. The poor man is shaking, but he’s quiet. Holding his tears as he’s led out of the door.

“Work is fine, I’m hoping to get a new project. You? How is work treating you?”

I walk back over to my chair with an exaggerated sigh. “It was going well until I found out Frank Stollard is a piece of crap.”

She giggles, running her neatly manicured fingers through her luscious black hair. “Let me guess, he told you he was gonna sell but now he’s got a better offer?”

My surprise is shown only through a raise of an eyebrow. How did she know?

Has he done this before? And I was unaware?

“I’m guessing you didn’t know. Frank does this thing where he says he’s gonna retire, but he doesn’t. He gets a rich guy to want his record company, comes to an agreement, then says no... has a laugh about it with his friends. I should know. I worked for one of the billionaires, and did a great commercial for him.”

“Well f**k, I wish I’d known that.”

She hums. “I know how you can get out of this with a good face. Frank is planning to sign one of Aurora’s biggest bands. They’re gonna be a cash cow for him. I know for a fact that the second biggest record company in Aurora, is looking for a new band. Frank always brings the best offers. I want to make a commercial for Millbrown’s Rec. And you get to ruin Frank, and get in on a big cash bank with this band.”

I blink, staring at her as my brain tries to process what just happened. She just turned my problem into a beneficial solution for her, and myself.

“What?”

“Did you think of that just now?” I had to ask because that was so damn fast.

“Yeah, my brain works hella fast when there’s money involved.”

“I can see that. I admire that.”

“Oh, honey, this is all for selfish reasons.” she winks at me, and I get lost in how easy it is for me to just laugh with her. There’s something about this woman that makes me feel like I did the right the marry her. My smile grows, definitely something.

“Selfish or not, I think this is a great idea. And your commercial will be the best way to show Frank not to mess with me.”

“Not to mess with us. I want to stick to that old b***h too. The last time we met at an event, he couldn’t stop talking about my ass. I almost thought I’d have to get it insured.” I can see the bit of a joke in her tone but my mind slows down at the thought of someone making crude jokes about her ass. I’m not possessive. Trust me, I let my previous wives have free reign within conditions that it does not affect me.

And yet as I cackle a little, my mind runs over the fact that I could just run Frank over. I wouldn’t even have to do it myself.

“Shall we meet for lunch?” I suggested to get my mind off the weird set of thoughts swimming around in it.

“Yes. A working lunch because now I have a reason to contact Milford.”

“I meant a personal lunch.”

She shakes her head. “It’s Monday, business only. But if you’re very convincing at lunch I promise to make your evening worth it?”

I didn’t need to respond, she was already laughing and hanging up. The sound freed an ache that had settled in my chest after the divorce. A fifth wife. This is going to be my last marriage.

I know it. I have a sense for these things. A smile hooks my lips. After all, I’ve had alot of practice with four different women.

Poor poor widower.

Victoria and I met up later in the afternoon with Manson Milford. The second he heard my name he’d hurried right on over. She was right, it was for purely selfish reasons. I told her I had a problem, she found a way to succeed out of it. I know why people don’t like her, but it was so arousing to see how ruthless she could be.

Even to the man she married. I admired that. She strikes me as a woman willing to go to the lowest to get what she wants. Oh, I like her. I like it so damn much.

Once Milford was satisfied and gone, we ate together and laughed. I sent a quick message to Giulia. She’s got the connections to get our offer to the band before Frank can even try to up the ante. But f**k work.

I watched her talk as we ate. She had so much to say about her work, I felt like we’d known each other for years. Had known she was this.... that she was so much more than her public image, I would have pursued her.

No, I wouldn’t have but it’s fun to think about.

“You’re staring. Like the waiter did.”

I took a gulp from my coffee. “Yeah, but he’s not gonna f**k you tonight.”

“Ohhh, you’re right on that. But... I wanted to ask. I was talking to Giulia last night, and I noticed none of your kids actually work for your main enterprise. Why is that?”

“Uh well, Alessio is CEO of Malco Hotel Enterprises because after Natalie’s parents died, the poor girl couldn’t handle anything involving that company. So I couldn’t make him work here. Matteo never wanted to work here, and Giulia is my baby, she wanted to work with her boyfriend before they got married.” I explain. The main enterprise she’s referring to is the business that made it possible for me to own many others.

Buscami LuxeTevh International is a luxury lifestyle conglomerate with interests in high-end fashion, premium real estate, exclusive travel experiences, and gourmet cuisine.

“You didn’t mention Enzo.”

“Oh. Well, as my second child, I was hoping Enzo would be able to take over but he... he hasn’t really done anything to show me that he’s capable of being my successor. I’ve given him until he turned twenty-eight in one year. You know how you’re a quick thinker, he is not.” I say, masking most of my disappointment. While Alessio was a hard worker from the get go, enzo was all booze, girls, drugs, and more girls.

Matteo was a partier, but he was still willing to work under my best friend until he eventually learned to love the job.

Giulia, I repeat, my angel. I let her choose what she wanted. She was smart, and she made me proud.

Enzo on the other hand blew through eight million dollars in Brazil. Then I sat him down and told him he would be cut off entirely if he didn’t give me a reason before he turned twenty-eight.

A soft hand reaches over mine squeezing it. “You’re a good father.” I brought the back of her hand up to my lips. Her eyes are as sweet as her words. Her eyes look like they’re plotting.

Whatever it is, I have a feeling I’d let her get away with it.