“ Please don’t do that. It’s for your own good” I shook my head while still having a firm hold of Kira’s hand. Her eyes were gleaming like a furnace. Pieces of sweat dissolved and dripped all around her face. “How dare you hold my hand!?” She barked and pulled her hand off my grasp. “What’s going on?” Guila asked as she was fully down on the floor. I didn’t really pay attention to her, I had a bigger shark in front of me. “This Stupid Russian cunt had the stomach to hold my hand!” Kira reported to Guila with her eyes jutting out of their sockets. “I only did that for your own good” I knew what was going to happen if I had let Kira slap me. I was quite certain Antonio wasn’t going to take things lightly with her if he was to find out that she touched his wife, his pride. I couldn’t get the image of the scene at the restaurant off my head. It stuck to my head like glue, vivid and lucid. “Why did you even try slapping her Kira? You are going too far!” Guila snapped and swished her h

Antonio stood with a towel enfolded around his neck. He still had remains of water on his body. His eyes flickered at me with his hands folded. I relinquished my tongue and just gawked at him in fear and fright with the suit in my hand. “I ummm” I stuttered around as I tried to avoid direct eye contact with him for a long time. I couldn’t even lie that I wanted to pick out what belonged to me because I apparently had his suit in my hand. His grimace alone made me totally uneasy. “I just wanted to help you get your suit ready for work.” I puffed with my lips quivering at the slightly muffled voice. He said nothing to me but just remained dormant but his eyes did not leave my face. His eyes alone made me feel like numerous people were staring at me. More like a paparazzi “I will drop it for… you” I stammered with the ounce of confidence left in me. I moved to the bed and dropped his suit. I was about to jerk off but that was my chance. I slightly shifted the side of the blazer to h

I still stood in the room staring at the photo in my hand. No, I can't illustrate how my heart felt. My legs were depleted. I stood up from the couch but fell right back down into the divan. My lips became hot and clumps of saliva found their way down my throat. I sighed and licked my lips with my eyes bulging out. I skimmed through the book for possible clues as to who the lady was but then I saw nothing. A number of thoughts crammed my head. Thoughts like perhaps she was the woman who kissed Antonio on his shirt. I felt awkward and betrayed. I knew I shouldn’t have felt betrayed because of my relationship with Dima, but I don’t know why it hurt. I knew I didn’t care about Antonio but the feeling was unexplainable. I placed the photo back into the back and rushed to put it back on the shelf before Antonio might find me. It was still afternoon and he always came back home late in the night but he could never be predicted. Predicting Antonio would be predicting what God wants to do o

“What is going on here?” Antonio’s frigid look came with a question. His eyes were contracted when he saw Dima also at the door. The atmosphere was very searing and my legs were shaking and my lips quivering. I broke away from his grasp and stood an inch away from him. I stylishly tried to glimpse at my nighties if I was wearing it the right way after the smooching I had with Dima. I just hoped I had it right. “Repeating myself isn’t befitting for a Capo dei Capi!” Antonio snarled and I could see he was close to bursting. No lie came to mind. I was too angry and I forgot that it was already time for Antonio to return from work and I still went to Dima’s room. I didn’t know what I was thinking or what came over me. “She came to me in anger that she wants to leave. She said she doesn’t see this as a marriage but a prison. I was trying my best to keep her in check but she forbade and then she forced her way out of the room” Dima said and he had a conflicted face. With the side of my e

We were in the car with maximum silence. I faced forward and avoided any possible eye contact with Antonio. I pondered with various thoughts in my head where he was headed to. Certainly, it was not the house. Though I had never been to his workplace so perhaps that was where he was taking us to, Ithought. I still couldn’t place my hands around it. I dropped my eyes outside through the window. My mind threaded back to what Guila toldMe and I felt really bad for her. “Where are we going to?” I gusted under my breath. I wasn’t so sure if he’d hear what I said. I was too spooked to talk to him because he seemed very hostile towards me. He had been that way since the last encounter about the suit. I wasn’t so sure why he was so pissed that I touched his suit. Probably it was his conscience pricking him. There was still silence. With the side of my left eye, I peeped if he perhaps reacted to my question. He remained very prudish and his eyes were firmly on the road. I felt the urge to