RUSSO EL MASSIMO
"You're finally going back to work?" Cara questioned, stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in a robe tied quite firmly.
I frowned a little at how firmly she had tied the robe. She could have blessed my eyes a bit more by tying it a bit more loosely but perhaps this was the best cause seeing a bit more would have me taking her right back into bed and fucking her all day.
"Not yet. I might resume tomorrow though cause my woman will be there." I replied and she giggled.
"There we go with your sweet words" she walked towards me and hit my chest lightly, making me chuckle.
"Cara" I called, putting my left arm around her waist.
"Have you considered what I told you?" I questioned, looking at her face, studying her face even more carefully. Every single time I stare at her face, her beauty awes me all over again.
"Told me? About what?" She asked, with a small upwards pout to her lips.
"About becoming the CEO, Cara." I replied and she frowned instantly, that cute pout vanishing instantly.
"I don't want to, Russo. I have..."
"I will deal with all the dirty work for you, Cara and I promise I will always be there for you if you ever need me to come in at any point." I assured her quickly.
"We talking about me becoming CEO makes me feel like you are still mad about the entire thing from before." She grumbled the words out with a small attempt to get out of my grasp but I held her firmly and moved my right hand to her face.
"Cara, I already clarified that before. I would be immature to hang on to that shit."
"Rosaline Caramia, Massimo, CEO of Massimo Corporations. How does that sound to you? So good, so powerful, so loving, right?"
"Nah, it doesn't sound all that." She shook her head.
"It does sound all that and another good thing? Your names are extra great to moan"
Cara blushed softly and looked away from me for a second.
"Russo El Massimo, CEO of Massimo Corporations sounds way better, don't you think?" She asked.
"I don't think so. Russo El Massimo, the man who stands by his wife and gets rid of her troubles sounds way better."
"Wife? Well, we aren't married yet and I have no rings on any of my fingers" she picked her words, adding a small shrug at the end of her words.
Well, I was most certainly going to effect a change to that soon.
"If I call you my wife, then you are my wife" I caressed her face a bit more.
"You really want me to become the CEO?" Her gaze turned a little more serious.
"I would love for you to take the position. You are capable, Cara and you can do it. I trust you."
"Well, I guess... If you ask me this way, I have no choice than to take it." A smile appeared on her face as she gave in.
"Perfect. You made the right decision, Cara." I kissed her forehead, my right hand gently cupping her face.
"This will be further discussed at the next shareholders meeting" I lifted her face up lightly and had a taste of those juicy lips of hers.
Perfection just like every other bit of her.
"Where are you off to? You seem to be in quite a hurry." She pointed out.
"So obvious? I do have a few things to deal with." I affirmed.
"The business?" She asked.
"Yes and a few other things"
She squinted her eyes at me.
"What few other things?" She leaned in with the question.
"You'll find out later, Cara"
She looked at me suspiciously before backing away with a small shrug.
"Don't get yourself bloodied." She tapped at my shoulder lightly as she said so.
"I won't, Love. For you."
"And yeah, I will send a dress over to you" I kissed her lips again.
"A dress? Is there an occasion?"
"There will be" I replied and hurried out of her grasp before those convincing eyes of her convince me to tell her everything I was planning to make a little surprise.
I wasn't going to make us go on without giving us a label so tonight, I would be putting a label to our relationship. I just might be skipping the boyfriend-girlfriend stage and skipping us right into the fiancé-fiancee stage. We were way past the boyfriend girlfriend stage and those words were just not right for me. I didn't want to be called Cara's boyfriend.
Hell no.
Either I was being called her name, her fiancé or her husband. I wasn't taking any other label apart from these.
AUTHOR'S POV
Rick groaned as the sunlight hit his face from the opened window. He had a bad headache and his body ached. He shut his eyes back, putting his left hand over his eyes to shield his face from the sunlight.
A second later, his eyes opened wide and he looked up his right side to find Melinda. Rick felt his head banging in the worse fashion ever as he recalled what he had done the previous night.
"Fuck!" He cursed.
"Melinda!" He called her name, his voice almost a scream.
Melinda's grumbled sleepily before rubbing on her eyes and opening her eyes.
"You are awake" she smiled at Rick, ignoring the furious expression on his face.
"What the fuck happened between us?!"
"We did what we want" Melinda replied casually, with a small eye roll.
"What we want?! Oh fuck!" Rick pulled through his hair.
"Yes, you wanted it last night just as much as I wanted it" Melinda said nonchalantly.
"I was drunk! I was fucking drunk, Melinda! Even if I said I wanted it, the fact that I was drunk invalidates that!"
"But you enjoyed it, Rick" Melinda sat up and reached a hand to his bare chest.
"You enjoyed having a woman for the first time. You were more than what I expected in fact. Wayyy better than Tim. I liked it and you liked it too..."
"No! I didn't like it! I didn't like you talking advantage of me! And I most certainly didn't like you cheating on Tim! What the hell is wrong with you, Melinda? Are you sick in the head?!...."
"Buddy? Where the hell has your..." The door of the room opened and Tim stepped in, his words getting lost in his throat as his gaze landed on Rick and Melinda in bed together.
"Mel... Melinda?" Visible shock was written on his face.
Melinda pressed her lips into a thin line and shut her eyes tightly in embarrassment as Tim stared at her, clearly heartbroken at the sight in front of him.
"Rick? How could you do this to me...." Tim turned to face Rick.
"It's not what you think, Tim. I swear, I was..."
"Melinda!" Tim cut Rick off, pulling himself together and masking up the pain on his face with a hard look.
"We are fucking done this time! I don't ever want to see you in my life again!" Tim turned and slammed the door hard behind him.
"Tim also knows your home passcode?" Melinda asked immediately Tim was gone and Rick felt anger surge inside him.
"You don't fucking feel bad about cheating on him! You only feel bad about being caught?!"
"I..."
"Fuck! This friend circle is really a fucking mess!"