All Chapters of Wife: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SofiaGustavo and I took our seats at the long table, which was full of the members of the board. I hadn’t realized we had a board of directors for our hotel, but my stepfather explained they had invested huge sums of money to get this place to open.I took a seat, prepared to learn as much as possible. I had my pen and notebook out, ready to listen to what these men prioritized, how we intended to grow our brand awareness, how we could keep profits high and expenses low. Learning the trade was essential to growing it.Gustavo began the meeting. “Let’s start with the quarterly numbers.” He nodded to me.I stood up and distributed the packets to everyone.“You gentlemen may not recognize her because she’s all grown up, but this is Sofia.” My stepfather said it proudly, as if I was his own daughter.Most of the men didn’t care. Some gave me a nod, while others ignored the information altogether.I guess they’d already forgotten about my father.Just when I sat down, the man to my right

His muscular arm was wrapped around my chest, his hand squeezing my tits as he fucked me from behind. We were spooning on our sides, his hips thrusting so he could get his dick as deep as possible. His lips rested against my ear, and I got to listen to his sexy breathing as he fucked me, as he enjoyed me.I bounced my ass back against him, taking that girth with the same enthusiasm he gave it to me.He held his weight on one elbow and leaned over me, supporting the back of my head as he turned my face toward his. Our lips came together, and he kissed me as he continued to pound into me.My hand reached for the back of his neck, and I held on to him as we kissed, as we moved together, our bodies slick with my come. Hades ignited dreams I forgot I had, dreams of having a passionate affair that made me forget about everything happening outside those four walls. He was the lover I’d been waiting for, someone to waste my time until I had to grow up and make better choices. He was a mistake

I turned back to the table. “Did you hear that, gentlemen? Silence.”“So you pushed him out a fucking window?” Damien sat across from me at the dining table in my four-story home in the heart of Florence. I had a secure parking garage and a large fence around my property for privacy. There was decent land for trees and an outdoor pool, but for the most part, I spent my time indoors. I had an entire block to myself—and no neighbors were the best kind of neighbors. “I didn’t push him. Maximum did.”“But still—hard-core.”“He raised the price of my product and pocketed the profit. That’s stealing.”“True…”“People who steal from me never live long.”“Double true.” He puffed on his cigar and let the smoke rise to the ceiling.We shared a bottle of scotch, just the way we used to when we were young. Now we were almost thirty…but we hadn’t slowed down a bit. I liked smelling cigars more than smoking them, but when Damien lit up, I couldn’t resist the urge.“So, everything taken care of?”“A

6SofiaI walked through the front door at one in the morning.I locked the fourteen-foot double doors behind me and stepped into the grand entryway of my family home. With the thick walls and the structure surrounding our estate, it was easy to forget the city was right outside. All the noise from cars and passersby diminished once I was on the property—making me feel alone.I began the long journey up the stairs, my feet dragging because I was exhausted from working all morning and all afternoon…and then fucking like crazy at night. Did I have any regrets? Hell no. But I was fucking tired.My eyes were downcast, and I didn’t notice my mother standing at the top of the stairs. In her loose nightgown with her hair pinned back and a green mask on her face, she looked like a demon.Startled, I took a few steps back. “Shit. Don’t creep up on people like that, Ma.”“I’m not creeping. I’ve been standing here the whole time, watching you do your walk of shame up the stairs.”I shouldered my

“It matters to me.”I’d never had a guy drag this information out of me. All of my other flings were easy to walk away from. They happened, and when they were done, it was over. “I just don’t want to be in a relationship. I like playing the field. I like seeing what’s out there.” Not that it was any of his business.He looked confused, like he couldn’t believe what I’d just said.“I don’t want to be tied to one man. I don’t want to fall in love. I just want to focus on me.”He still looked perplexed. “I’ve never heard a woman say that before.”“I don’t see why it’s so hard to follow. Most men don’t want to be in a relationship, and they give you the exact same response. But since I’m a woman, there must be something wrong with me. It’s sexist and annoying.”His confusion disappeared. Now his expression was hard to read. He was just a beautiful man staring at me. “What about kids?”“What about them?”“You never want to have a family?”“I never said I never wanted to get married. I’m ju