happy?”
“What kind of question is that ?” She asked incredulously.
Th e scene at the pool with her and Franky vi sible in hi s mind. “Can you just answer the question? ”
He had her full attention ; she put down the damn book .
“Of course I’m happy. Why?”
His expres sion mellowed but the hurt lingered , “ You sure about that ?”
She held her shins with her hands in a basic yoga pose , “ Don’t go there.”
S eeing her happ ily dancing with a nother man was excruciatingly painful. She hadn’t laughed liked that in quite some time. It hurt…dammit it hurt bad ! “It’s a simple question and the fact you’re avoiding it gives me the answer.”
“ Have you forgotten our marriage vows Alfonzo. Love, honor and cherish ? ”
His masculine features contorted in anger, “ I haven’t forgotten but it seems someone else has . ”
Insult ed by the comment her pouty lip curled in a sneer, “What the hell does that mean?”
Alfonzo lay back and tucked his hands behind his head. He could not verbalize his feeling of insecurity . “Forget it!”
Selange pressed the issue, “No, you’re impl ying I’m unfaithful. Where is this coming from Alfonzo? ” Her eyes were beginning to water.
For years she found it easy being with him, feeling lucky to have such an attentive, adoring husband. S he was a virgin when they met and he an experienced lover with an insatiable sexual appetite. Sh e read books on how to sexually satisfy her partner , watched adult movies for suggestions and even visited erotica shops as research. She never once considered cheating or want ed to be with anyone but him. The implication she did stung like a bullet . In truth she loved Alfonzo beyond a ny physical connection . S he loved his spirit and the man beneath the tough exterior. The man who in the blackest hour of her life following her mother’s murder brought light. It was a love without measure yet he questioned it and the light flickered.
Alfonzo flexed forward abruptly to remove his polo shirt. The tattoo on his bicep expand ed and he deliberately avoided eye contact with her for fear of subjugation . “ You and Franky were really cozy to night . ”
“ T hat’s what this is about , y ou’re jealous ?”
“ Me, j ealous, of Franky ?” H e sn arled .
“ You tell me, you’re the one making a federal case out of it!”
“It doesn’t look good.” She crossed th e fine line between employer and employee. Plus, Selange was too nice to realize when a man exhibited lascivious intent and what he saw in Franky’s eyes was a man lusting for his wife.
“Oh cut the crap, you want me to treat him like trash. The man has done nothing but exhibit kindness to ward your family and this is how you act? ”
“ Don’t act so goddamn naïve and behave like you have a husband!”
T ears rolled over the corners of her mouth . His hostile words were offensive and out of character . “ Naïve … behave . What the heck is wrong with you? I’m not naïve or a child, how dare you talk to me like that! You don’t control me and I’m not one of your lackeys . I’m your wife dammit. Franky is not the problem , your insecurity and lack of trust is and I’ll be damned if I change who I am to suit your mood !” She jumped off the bed and hurried out the room slamm ing the door.
He flinched as if struck. “Ouch!” Yep, she was vexed.
Alfonzo cursed , he could’ve handled that better, but what the fuck it was too late to recant his words. She’d calm down, he thought then went to shower .
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CHAPTER EIGHT
D ominick Fiorello hurried through the doors of the parlor followed by his bodyguard. Seated in an antiquated leather chair was Frank Monticelli surrounded by his loyal henchmen . He waited for Dominick to sit down then waved everyone from the room. He wanted to have a priva te talk .
Dominick squirmed nervously . Frank never summon ed him to his home in the middle of t he night unless something was amiss. “How
“What kind of question is that ?” She asked incredulously.
Th e scene at the pool with her and Franky vi sible in hi s mind. “Can you just answer the question? ”
He had her full attention ; she put down the damn book .
“Of course I’m happy. Why?”
His expres sion mellowed but the hurt lingered , “ You sure about that ?”
She held her shins with her hands in a basic yoga pose , “ Don’t go there.”
S eeing her happ ily dancing with a nother man was excruciatingly painful. She hadn’t laughed liked that in quite some time. It hurt…dammit it hurt bad ! “It’s a simple question and the fact you’re avoiding it gives me the answer.”
“ Have you forgotten our marriage vows Alfonzo. Love, honor and cherish ? ”
His masculine features contorted in anger, “ I haven’t forgotten but it seems someone else has . ”
Insult ed by the comment her pouty lip curled in a sneer, “What the hell does that mean?”
Alfonzo lay back and tucked his hands behind his head. He could not verbalize his feeling of insecurity . “Forget it!”
Selange pressed the issue, “No, you’re impl ying I’m unfaithful. Where is this coming from Alfonzo? ” Her eyes were beginning to water.
For years she found it easy being with him, feeling lucky to have such an attentive, adoring husband. S he was a virgin when they met and he an experienced lover with an insatiable sexual appetite. Sh e read books on how to sexually satisfy her partner , watched adult movies for suggestions and even visited erotica shops as research. She never once considered cheating or want ed to be with anyone but him. The implication she did stung like a bullet . In truth she loved Alfonzo beyond a ny physical connection . S he loved his spirit and the man beneath the tough exterior. The man who in the blackest hour of her life following her mother’s murder brought light. It was a love without measure yet he questioned it and the light flickered.
Alfonzo flexed forward abruptly to remove his polo shirt. The tattoo on his bicep expand ed and he deliberately avoided eye contact with her for fear of subjugation . “ You and Franky were really cozy to night . ”
“ T hat’s what this is about , y ou’re jealous ?”
“ Me, j ealous, of Franky ?” H e sn arled .
“ You tell me, you’re the one making a federal case out of it!”
“It doesn’t look good.” She crossed th e fine line between employer and employee. Plus, Selange was too nice to realize when a man exhibited lascivious intent and what he saw in Franky’s eyes was a man lusting for his wife.
“Oh cut the crap, you want me to treat him like trash. The man has done nothing but exhibit kindness to ward your family and this is how you act? ”
“ Don’t act so goddamn naïve and behave like you have a husband!”
T ears rolled over the corners of her mouth . His hostile words were offensive and out of character . “ Naïve … behave . What the heck is wrong with you? I’m not naïve or a child, how dare you talk to me like that! You don’t control me and I’m not one of your lackeys . I’m your wife dammit. Franky is not the problem , your insecurity and lack of trust is and I’ll be damned if I change who I am to suit your mood !” She jumped off the bed and hurried out the room slamm ing the door.
He flinched as if struck. “Ouch!” Yep, she was vexed.
Alfonzo cursed , he could’ve handled that better, but what the fuck it was too late to recant his words. She’d calm down, he thought then went to shower .
----
CHAPTER EIGHT
D ominick Fiorello hurried through the doors of the parlor followed by his bodyguard. Seated in an antiquated leather chair was Frank Monticelli surrounded by his loyal henchmen . He waited for Dominick to sit down then waved everyone from the room. He wanted to have a priva te talk .
Dominick squirmed nervously . Frank never summon ed him to his home in the middle of t he night unless something was amiss. “How
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