How can his own friend betray him like this?
This wasn't the first but the second fucking time.
He needs to teach him a lesson but how can he when he obviously don't want to break the promise he made to his wife, Diamond.
He stared out of the window, looking like one who just climbed down from the mountain.
His hair fell to his face as sweat rolled down to his body.
He needs to calm down.
He took out a packet of cigarettes and pulled out one stick. He placed it between his lips and grabbed his favorite golden lighter but didn't flick it on.
He just stared down at the lighter for some seconds before dropping it down on his desk. He broke the stick of cigarette he had placed between his lips and stepped out of his office to find his comfort. The only person that can calm him down without even trying.
He got closer to their room door ,Two guards were guiding the door when he got there. He nodded at them with a straight face indirectly asking them to leave. They got the hint and walked away.
Mikhail was about to reach out to the doorknob when he heard her beautiful voice from inside making a smile appear on his face.
"torte al meile? No, that doesn't sound right." She cleared her throat. "Let me try again. torte al mi...mi..."
Mikhail laughed as he opened the door and stepped in.
"torta al miele." (Honey pie). He corrected, still laughing.
"torta al miele." She repeated, grinning from ear to ear as she rose to her feet. "You can stop laughing now."
And he did. He stopped laughing. He doesn't want to make her sad or angry. That's the last thing he wanted to do right now.
He shrugged off the white shirt he was wearing. "cosa stai facendo?" (What are you doing?)
Diamond might be worst in speaking Italian even though she has been married to one for seven years but she was trying when it comes to hearing the language.
She drooled at her husband's body, admiring how well God created a perfect man like him. A man she was proud to call her own.
"Admiring my husband's body." She answered, licking her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.
Mikhail laughed harder, walking closer to her.
"Feel free, Amore." (Love). "But I was asking about what you were doing before I walked in."
She blushed. "Practicing my husband's language."
"Oh really?" He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, careful not to put pressure. "and what have you learnt so far?"
"torte al miele."
"And?"
"bambino."(baby)
"And?" He kissed her lightly on her neck, earning a soft moan from her as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"idiota." (Idiot)
He chuckled, nibbling at her earlobe. "And?"
"anche io ti amo, mia mafie italiana." (I love you too, my Italian Mafia).
He growl lowly as he peppered hot kisses on her face and neck. She moaned loudly, bringing him closer if that was even possible considering her big belly.
"And?"
"Ti voglio, Mikhail." (I want you, Mikhail.)
"mi fa eccitare sendendoti parlare la mia lingua." (It fucking turns me on hearing you speak my language.) He moved his large hands down and cupped her btutt cheeks, earning a louder moan from her. "Accidenti, non riesco a controllarmi." (Damn, I can't control myself.) He squeezed her butt harder. "You always have a way of comforting me. You are like a drug I'm addicted to."
She threw her head back granting him more access to torture her neck with his hot kisses.
"What do you want me to do, bambina?"
"Baciami." (Kiss me)
"Shit!"
Without any further delay, he crashed his lips on hers, kissing her like his life depended on it. Actually his life, his soul, his body, his intestines, everything are depended on her.
He love her so much and will do anything to protect her even if it means dying. He's ready to die over and over and over again for her.
"Ti amo." He said against her lips.
She smiled. "Me too."
"I wish I can fuck you right here and now but I don't want to hurt the baby." He massaged her left breast.
"The day I give birth to her, you will eat me." She told him.
Mikhail laughed at that and kissed her again on the lips.
"Your wish is my command, my queen."
*****
LA
BFF'S APARTMENT**
"See you around, babe."
Diamond nodded. "Yeah."
They both kissed and Felix left the house.
Diamond shut the door closed and turned to go to the living room when she heard a knock on the door.
'Did he forget something?' She thought to herself, thinking it was Felix knocking. She opened the door and found Ayden grinning widely.
"You." She rolled her eyes, walking away.
"Okay, that wasn't the reaction I expected." Ayden slammed the door shit and followed Diamond to the living room.
"Where have you been since morning?" She asked.
"Around?" Ayden shrugged. "What, did you miss me?"
"Why should I?"
"I know, right? Not when you had Felix over." He had a naughty smile on his face. "You both fucked, hmm?"
"That shouldn't be any of your damn business, Ayden." Diamond said, her face heating up.
"I see...hope you both didn't do it on my favorite couch."
"Uh...we did."
"Eww. I have to purify the couch now. Seriously, you should have done it in your room."
Diamond rolled her eyes. "Stop being so dramatic. You've had sex in every part of the house with your boyfriend, did I purify the house?"
"So?"
"I have nothing to say to you." Diamond shook her head and went towards the stairs but stopped at the bottom of it. "Um, Ayden?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. What is it?"
Diamond stayed quiet for some moments that felt like hours.
"Don't worry." She waved him off. "You are going to make dinner for us, right?" She asked, changing the subject.
"It's high time you and Zara start making your own meal."
"Why should we when we have you?" Diamond laughed.
"I hate you."
"I love you." She blew him a kiss and rushed upstairs, storming into her room.
Diamond's bedroom**
"Yes...okay...I will send it over tomorrow...yes...I won't delay it any further....yes. mmm-hmm. Thank you." She hung the call and let out a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She was completely exhausted and her editor, Miss Donna isn't helping matters at all.
Diamond plopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceilings.
'How hard can it be to get a story down and over with, huh?' She thought to herself, groaning loudly.
Her phone beeped. She grabbed it and read the text message from her boyfriend.
FELIX: CAN WE GO ON A DATE TOMORROW?
Diamond frowned. She can't go on a date tomorrow. She needs to complete her story and hand it over to Miss Donna.
DIAMOND: I'M SORRY BABE...BUT I CAN'T
His next message came in almost immediately.
FELIX: WHY? IS ANYTHING THE MATTER?
DIAMOND: NO, OF COURSE NOT. I'M JUST SO BUSY WITH WORK
FELIX: WORK? YOU MEAN YOUR STORY WRITING SHIT?
Diamond read the last message over and over again, not expecting her dear boyfriend to say something as rude and mean as that.
Just as he sent it, he deleted it but it was already too late because she has read it.
FELIX: SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND THAT TEXT. IT WAS RUDE AND STUPID
Diamond bite her lower lip, playing back the text message Felix had sent to her.
Was that how he has always seen her career?
Felix never said anything about her job as a writer so she took it that he didn't mind and was okay with it but it seems like she was wrong.
Why didn't he talk to her about it if he really had a problem with the writing career? Why did he keep quiet and acted to be fine with it?
Diamond was so lost in her thought until another message came in.
FELIX: BABE, I'M REALLY SORRY.
She sighed as she typed a reply.
DIAMOND: IT'S FINE BABE, I'M NOT MAD AT YOU.
She quickly added.
DIAMOND: I WILL LIKE TO GO TO BED NOW. LET'S TALK LATER, OKAY? GOOD NIGHT.
She dropped her phone aside and heaved out another deep sigh, taking her lower lip into her mouth.
'I hope to dream about what to write in my next chapter.' Those were her last thought before she fell asleep.
MORNING
Bff's Apartment**
"What are we having for breakfast?" Zara asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Toast and egg." Ayden answered.
"Hmm, yummy."
"Come to think of it,,,why am I always the one cooking?"
"You've been cooking for three years without complaining...so why now?"
"That doesn't give answer to my question."
"That question is dumb. Ask something else." Zara sauntered to the coffee machine. "Do you want coffee?"
"I do." Diamond suddenly said, storming into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Diamond." Zara chirped.
"Good morning, you two." Diamond said breathlessly, buttoning up her shirt.
"Good morning." Ayden mumbled. "Going somewhere?"
"Yeah. I have a business meeting with Miss Donna."
"Miss Donna? Your editor, right?" Zara quizzed, brewing coffee for herself and her friends.
"Yup."
"Damn girl, you are finally done with the story." Ayden squealed.
"I'm so happy for you, girl." Zara added with a wink.
"When is the celebrati..."
"I'm not done." Diamond cut Ayden off.
"You haven't set up a date for the celebration? Really?"
"No, not that. I am not done with the story. Yet." Diamond muttered the last part, lowering her gaze.