CHAPTER 48

"Now, suddenly you're asking for it back. Could you tell me where'd you get the nerve?"

—You Broke Me First by Tate McRae

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Kaylee's POV:

I was lying in bed. Massimo was still sleeping, cuddling me with one hand cupping my right breast. His other hand was under my head, and one of his legs was on my legs. I could feel his morning wood pressed against my side. I woke up 15 minutes ago and didn't want to get out of bed.

I turned my face towards him and took a good look at his face. His lips were pouty, his nose was straight, and his stubble made him look even hotter. I didn't know if I should call him mine because I didn't know if he was mine or not.

Well, he did say that I was his, but what about him?

"What are you thinking?" Massimo asked sleepily and squeezed my breast.

"What are we?" I didn't want to talk in riddles.

"You are my girl, and soon, you will be my wife," he said with so much ease that my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"W-wife?" I asked, gulping.

"Yes, baby girl. Wife. I don't do girlfriends. You are mine and only mine, and I am yours and only yours," he said and leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips, but I leaned back.

"So you are not even going to ask me? What about my decision?" I asked, frowning. I did not like this. He couldn't control me, if that was what he was thinking of doing.

"Who said that? Of course I am going to ask you. You will have a say in our relationship," he said, and I didn't know what to say. I was just a bit confused, or maybe uncomfortable. "Hey, hey. Look at me." Massimo moved and cupped my face in both his hands. "We are equals in this relationship, and without your consent, I will not even take another step." He spoke each word so softly and slowly. "You are my queen. You get that, baby girl?" he asked and kissed me. I kissed him back, a smile creeping onto my lips.

He hovered over me and trailed his lips further down to my neck and cleavage. He nipped at my nipple, making me arch my back and tilt my head back in pleasure. Setting his knees on both sides of my legs, he snaked his hand under my back and flipped me, making me gasp. Now, I was on my stomach and face down.

He pulled my hips up in the air, and, with one hard thrust, he was inside me.

"Fuck!" we both hissed.

He started thrusting into me hard and fast. He bent down, put his chin on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, "Last night, I was being gentle. baby girl, but you won't see me being gentle now." He spanked my ass hard, making me curse.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

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I was sitting in the kitchen and having breakfast at one in the afternoon. Isabelle was making fun of me, along with Fiona, about how I was not able to walk straight thanks to their boss.

"You guys are shit." I rolled my eyes.

"Ha ha. Don't change the topic." They all laughed hard except for Chicago.

"I have some work. I will get going now," she said and left. Something felt odd about her behavior.

"What happened to her today?" I asked.

"She's been cranky lately." Isabelle shrugged.

"Maybe she's preggo," Fiona said, and we all went silent.

"Um, well, we'll check in with her later," Isabelle said.

"Where's Stassi? I didn't see her today," I noted.

"She just left for gym an hour or so ago,"

"Gym? But we have a gym here," I said, confused.

"She's on a mission or something." Fiona shrugged.

"What mission?"

"She's going to make Domenico Marcello regret giving her attitude." Fiona smirked, twirling a cup from the shelf.

"What…well, let's see what happens." I smiled, shaking my head. This girl was really going to make him regret his attitude.

I took another bite of my pancakes when my phone dinged. It was a text from Chicago that read, 'Can you bring me some tea? I am at the west side of the house.'

I frowned. She could have asked Anisah or one of the many maids here, so why me? Well, I didn't want to make her angry. After all, maybe she really was preggo. I smiled and asked Anisah to make tea for her.

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I walked towards the west side of the house with the tea. I had never been here before. Where was Chicago?

There were guards around, so I asked one of them, "Where's Chicago?"

This man was wearing glasses on his nose, and he had on a black suit, clasping his hands in front of him. "Fourth room on the right side," he answered, face emotionless.

I nodded and smiled in gratitude, but he didn't even look at me. Rolling my eyes, I moved towards the right side and headed towards the room. The door was wide open. I gasped at the sight that met me when I walked in.