Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Wait, shut up a minute, Giulio.” A thought sparks then, maybe we could try this?
“How many of the girls want to try the viewing room?”
“About a dozen. They said they want to see it and get the experience on the other side so they can have a better idea going in.” He shrugs.
“Good, bring them in. Have them in the viewing room in one hour.” I grab my phone off my desk and call James.
“Sir,” he answers.
“Yes, James. Bring Mrs. Valiente to the club now.”
“On it. Would you like me to call the nanny?”
“Yes. Thank you. Tell our kids we will be home before dinner.” I look at my watch seeing it’s just before four. That gives me plenty of time to do what I need and get my wife and I home for dinner with our children.
“Will do. ETA forty-five minutes.”
I end the call without a response. That will do. Giulio disappeared to follow orders and suddenly there’s a flicker of hope in me. This will tell me what I need to know. If it is being watched that she wants or if it’s being desired by other men.
I could be shooting myself in the foot or I could be redeeming myself big fucking time. I hope it’s the latter.
“Right this way, Mrs. Valiente.” I hear Giulio outside the door.
“Is this a joke, Giulio? I am not in the mood,” she snaps.
There’s my firecracker.
“No, ma’am, Mr. Valiente is waiting.”
They round the corner of the door I left open and she sees me standing there. Stopping in the doorway, she crosses her arms over her busty chest and shakes her head, gnawing at the inside of her cheek as she holds back the tears.
“What the hell is this, Nico? You wanted to bring me here to rub salt on my wounds? To mock me?”
“Come in and shut the door,” I tell her calmly.
“No! Fuck you. I don’t even want to be here, let alone with you!” she hollers, and I crack my neck. Time to be the man she needs.
“Emelia, I gave you an order, you be a good wife and do as you’re fucking told. Now!” I match her energy and she pauses a minute, thinking of her next move. Her and I both. Stepping in a few steps, she slams the door shut and exaggeratingly locks the door.
“Happy, Mr. Valiente? Was that submissive enough for you?” She mocks me, and I shake my head, rubbing at my nearly week-old stubble. I usually don’t go longer than a five o’clock shadow, but my stubborn wife likes it when I have stubble.
“Yes. Now take off your clothes and bend over the couch.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re kidding. You think after you made me hate my body and how the world views it, that I want to fuck you? You are out of your g—”
“What did you just say to me?”
“You heard me. I don’t want to fuck you, you asshole!” She sniffles and I gain on her.
“No I heard that part loud and clear, but I am pretty sure I’m hearing things. Did you just say I made you hate your body?” I grab the column of her neck and tilt her head up.
“Yes! You don’t want to bring me in here because you think the people watching will laugh at me because I’m a bigger woman. You may love me, but you shield me from being ridiculed. Well, Nico, that really nailed the coffin shut. I don’t need you to shield me away.” That’s what she thinks? That I’m protecting her.
“Emelia. I am going to say this one time and if you ever think differently in our marriage again, I will smack your ass till it is beet fucking red.” She shakes her head.
“Go ahead, pity me. Make it sound like you’re the hero.”
“You defiant little brat. You’re so lucky I fucking love you and I’m even allowing this.”
“What?” she spits.
“I am not saving you from embarrassment. You don’t need saving from anything. You can handle your own, though I prefer you let me do it. I didn’t want you in here because you are my wife.” I seethe out the last two words with gritted teeth. “I know what I have and I know when any man gets to see what I do, he will take it. I would kill for you. The things I would do in order to protect your body from someone else’s desire, makes every other fucking crime I have done in my life look like entry level shit. If another man saw you, he would do exactly what I did when I walked into your parents’ house ten years ago, Emelia. I would fight and kill and knock on deaths fucking door to make sure you were mine.” I pause, tightening my hands around her neck and getting within an inch of her face. “I didn’t want you here because I am jealous of them seeing what I do. And because my wife wants to be lusted after by other fucking men. So no, Emelia, who is the one who should be mad here. Hint. It isn’t you, principessa.”