All Chapters of A Wife For Nico Vescari: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~CAKE~“I’m still not over that last take,” Elianna said, laughing as she tipped her glass back. “The one where you almost slipped.”“I didn’t almost slip,” I shot back. “My heel shifted.”“You nearly broke your neck.”“I would have recovered.”“You would have fallen, and your husband would have ordered my death.”I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my champagne, shaking my head at her. “You’re such a hater.”“And you’re dramatic.”“That’s rich coming from you.”We both laughed again, louder this time.Music played from the speakers behind us, nothing too crazy, just enough to carry the mood. The pool lights were on, the water calm, bottles of champagne sitting in a bucket by the edge.This wasn’t random.This was a celebration.My celebration.“One billion,” Elianna said again, like she still couldn’t believe it. “Do you actually understand what you just signed today?”I leaned back against the edge of the pool, glass in hand. “I understand that we’re both about to make a ridiculous a

~CAKE~By the time the third bottle of Hennessy landed on the table, everything already felt loose and blurry in the best way.The room was dark, red lights flashing across the walls, bass shaking everything so hard I could feel it in my teeth. Thick smoke from the blunt I was pulling on hung heavy in the air. My head felt light, my body warm all over, and nothing outside this room mattered anymore. We had booked the whole VIP section just for the two of us and ordered exactly what we wanted — four tall, masked male strippers. No girls, no mixed crowd. Just us and them.Elianna screamed with laughter as one of the masked strippers spun her around fast. She almost lost her balance but caught herself on his chest, giggling like crazy. “Again! Do it again!” she yelled, her eyes already red and glassy from the weed and all the drink.I laughed too, the sound bubbling out easily. My legs felt a bit wobbly but I moved to the beat anyway, swaying my hips. The music was loud and nasty, the ki

~CAKE~The car stopped in front of my mother’s house, and I didn’t wait for anyone to open the door for me before stepping out.“Come back for me later,” I said, already reaching for my bag.Neither of them moved.I turned, brows raised. “Did you hear what I said?”One of them shifted. “We’re supposed to stay with you, ma’am.”I let out a dry laugh. “It’s my mother’s house.”I stared at them for a second, then shook my head. “You people want to suffocate me here too?”They exchanged looks again, clearly debating whether disobeying me was worse than disobeying Nico.“I said go,” I repeated, firmer this time. “I’ll call when I’m done.”That did it. The engine came back on, and the car slowly reversed out of the driveway before disappearing down the street.Better.I picked up my bag and walked to the door, pushing it open after a quick knock. “Mama?”I barely finished calling before she appeared, and the moment she saw me, her entire face lit up.“Cake!”She hurried over, and I met her

~NICO~Enzo held out a cloth without saying a word.I took it and wiped my hands slowly, watching as the last of the bodies were dragged across the concrete floor. The men I used for cleanup worked efficiently, the way they always did. No hesitation, no questions. They knew their job.Enzo glanced at the bodies, then back at me. “You think killing all of them was worth it?”“Yes,” I said simply, dragging the cloth over my knuckles again before handing it back to him. “They stole from me. This is the cost.”Not just stole—sold it off like it meant nothing. Weapons I paid for, moved, secured, handed out for scraps like they were worth nothing more than a quick payout. I’ve never understood that kind of stupidity. If you’re going to betray me, at least have the decency to profit from it. One of the cleaners struggled briefly with a body near the door before adjusting his grip and pulling it out of sight. The metallic scent of blood still hung in the air.Enzo exhaled through his nose. “

~NICO~I woke up to the feeling of wet heat sliding down my cock. A soft, breathy moan that wasn’t mine.My eyes snapped open.Cake was straddling me, her hands braced on my chest, as she slowly rolled her body, taking me deeper inside her with every downward movement. Her hair fell around her face like a dark curtain, and even in the low light I could see the way her lips parted with every glide.Fuck.She was riding me. My wife—still so new to this, still learning her own body—was fucking herself on my cock while I slept.A low groan escaped my throat before I could stop it. My hands flew to her waist instinctively, fingers digging into her soft skin as she sank all the way down, taking every inch.“Cake…” My voice came out rough with sleep and raw need.She looked down at me, eyes half-lidded, a small, wicked smile curving her lips. “You were hard in your sleep,” she whispered, voice husky. “Couldn’t resist.”She lifted herself and sank back down again, slower this time, clearly e