CHAPTER TWE NTY - FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE: THE MEETING ROSE AMARA POV I hang my phone over my shoulder while putting on my pearl earrings. I'm getting a security update from Zeth on the breakfast security measures we spent two weeks implementing. I dialled and invited other mafia bosses' wives, sisters, and female followers to participate. Even Raven and Nathan agreed that the strategy was sound. Not that I needed him to; Ethan didn't mention that he plotted it and let me take all the credit. Still, having the initiative this time was comforting, since I frequently attribute my ideas to others—whether on purpose or unwittingly. Perhaps he did it on purpose, Eya even suggested. The future? The only thing I can be certain of is that nothing will go wrong today. After Zeth is done, I say, "Get the car ready." "Belle and I will arrive shortly." My muscles are sore even though I ran a considerable distance with Zeth and Eya this morning. We frequently work together to stay in shape, but even physical exercise has yet to cut it off recently. I finish putting the other earring on when I hang up the phone. As I notice Ethan's reflection in the mirror, my actions become more deliberate. He is directly behind me, just a breath separating his chest from my back. He has managed to sneak up on me a dozen times, and I only catch him when he means to. What additional pleasant surprises does he have in store for me that he has to enable to take place? He's wearing dark grey slacks and a light blue shirt. He has styled his hair and smells like his usual shower gel, but there's something unusual about it. I can just detect a particular male musk on him. He must be so unique, or I must be so tuned in to him that I can smell him without effort. I made a fake attempt to fasten the pearls on my neck. "I'd much rather drive my lovely wife." "I have Zeth." He puts both hands on my shoulders and says, "I insist," but as he swipes his thumb over the new hickey he's left on my neck, I instantly freeze. It twinges back to life at his touch, making me quiver even though it is mainly covered with foundation. He has increased his game-playing techniques ever since he crawled into my throat two weeks ago. When he makes the toy move inside of me is unknown to me. The whole day, I was on guard for the expected tremor. The sensation of uncertainty heightens the excitement to the point where it's almost exhilarating. The term "exciting" is so peculiar in my lexicon, yet if anyone can define it, it's Ethan. When the toy does go off, I almost immediately arrive. Imagine that he is nearby or calls to energize me. In that situation, an orgasm is typically expected and 10 times stronger. Due to our peculiar dynamics, we frequently disagree with everything. Both of us continue to struggle for the authority that will provide us with the freedom to carry out our objectives. I wish to safeguard my family and the heritage that my father has left behind. Ethan, because he wants to utilize the company ladder to ascend. When it comes to matters that affect him, I can never be too sure. He is still trapped in a dim tunnel with no exit. He sneaks out of meetings as soon as he wants, saying he has to get to work, but he'll be on his phone, pretending it's his boyfriend or whatever. Even when my ideas at meetings conflict with Nathan's, I try not to notice the subtle ways he agrees with them. He avoids attention by doing it quietly and with humour. Ethan is brilliant, and he has quietly assisted me in securing my place in the brotherhood without speaking on my behalf. It has confused me. He explained that it was because we were husband and wife when I questioned him about his motives. I won't believe a word he says, but I also don't understand why he is acting this way. Then, on occasion, he returns home after I sleep late. I don't notice him until he spoons me from behind and takes the toy out of me. He wakes me up in the mornings by biting my neck and sticking his fingers deep inside me; he won't release me until I scream in bliss. I detest how automatic this pattern has grown in the past two weeks. I regret that I tossed and turned all night last night because he didn't join me. I was surrounded by the ghosts of the past, and despite my best efforts, I was powerless to drive them out. Or that I felt something was lacking this morning when he didn't place the toy with me. "Won't you inquire as to my whereabouts? He continues to stroke my neck. Despite having already sprayed some perfume, I lifted my perfume bottle. I could care less. "Are you claiming that you didn't think of me yesterday and today?" I apply some fragrance to my wrist. "Definitely not." "Not even a tiny bit?" "Although my lips shake, I mumble, "No." "He wraps his fingers around my throat from behind while his other hand wanders down my back before grabbing my ass cheek in his powerful palm. "I bet your body missed me," he says. She would tell me the truth if I checked on your pussy, I'm sure. My bottom stomach began to tingle. I fight the impulse to nod off and let my body give in to the feelings he stirs within me. He grabs me by the throat in a rough, vicious manner, stimulating me more than anything else. But I'm not going to let him rule again. He left last night in the same manner that he did seven years prior. This time, too? This time, however, I didn't hit the green phone button and continued to stare at his phone number. He wraps his fingers around my throat from behind while his other hand wanders down my back before grabbing my cheek in his powerful palm. "I bet your body missed me," he says. She would tell me the truth if I checked on your pussy, I'm sure. My bottom stomach began to tingle. I fight the impulse to nod off and let my body give in to the feelings he stirs within me. He grabs me by the throat in a rough, vicious manner, stimulating me more than anything else. But I'm not going to let him rule again. He left last night in the same manner that he did seven years prior. This time, too? This time, however, I didn't hit the green phone button and continued to stare at his phone number. When I called in the past, all I heard was the same message repeatedly, which gave me terrible nightmares. My body would be willing to give in to his touch, but I won't. He destroyed that aspect of me. I force him to let go of me by pulling away and turning to face him. "I don't care where or with whom you spend your time," He says reassuringly, almost as if he had read my mind, "I'm not leaving." I try to keep my chin in place despite my chin trembling. I am okay with it if you go. "And I can assure you that I'm not. Even though you might not want to know, I'll be a good spouse and tell you where I was. When I first met Min Hao, he urged us to drink at their house with his brothers." I stated that I didn't care. He continues as if I hadn't said anything, "Before that, I got myself checked for your sake and had the clinic email you the results." I decided to crash in the Luciano home because I would have fucked you if I had returned while inebriated. As I left the room and headed downstairs, I pretended that his comments had no significance. Uncle Raven has another morning meeting since the dining room door is shut.