Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
She learned that he didn’t really have any hobbies. Growing up, his only interest had been impressing his father and being there for his mom. He’d focused on training, on being the best soldier. Mateo admitted he had never wanted to be the boss. Not until his father did what he did. From that moment, he wanted to destroy the mafia, but now he ran it.
Tick-tock.
Getting to her feet, she glanced over at the clock, and five long minutes had passed. Where could he be? Should she call the police? What if he never came home? She didn’t know the protocol.
Running fingers through her hair, she decided to deal with the consequences and just phone the damn police and demand they locate her husband. He could be lying in a ditch somewhere or injured. Anything could have happened.
Lifting the phone, she pressed her finger to the 9, and then the door to the apartment opened, and Mateo stepped inside. At first, she didn’t have a clue what to do, then she quickly put the phone down and rushed to his side.
“Mateo?”
He was covered in blood. There was a cut on his cheek. She looked at his clothing. There was no way she would be able to fix the suit.
“What the hell happened?” she asked.
“It’s nothing.”
“Mateo Cole, you are covered in blood, and I know you’re used to dealing with this by yourself, but I am not someone you are going to push to the side, as if I mean nothing.” She stamped her foot. “I might be a nobody, but you are not going to treat me that way.” She put her hands on her hips. “Now, are you hurt?”
“No.”
“You have a cut on your cheek.” She pursed her lips. “Time to put you in the shower.”
“Ella, stop.”
“No,” she said. “We’re married, and you might have thought that is going to mean you’re the boss, and you know what, you are. When it comes to taking care of you, you are not going to boss me around. You can boss me around with absolutely everything else, but not this. Understand?”
She expected him to argue, but he gave her a smirk, which was cute but not too cute. Ella moved around the back of him, and marched him all the way through his apartment, straight toward the en-suite bathroom. Once there, she started to strip him, and the blood on his clothes was in fact dry.
She put the clothes all in one place and went to the bathtub. She was a little undecided as to whether she should opt for the bath or the shower. It would be a lot easier for her to care for him in the bath. Once the water was nice and warm, she added in some bubbles and insisted he climb inside. He raised a brow as if to mock her.
“Do not test me,” she said.
He chuckled but sat down in the water.
“Now, what do I need to do with these clothes?”
“There are a set of bags under the sink. Bag them, and I’ll take care of them.”
“You’re sure?”
He nodded.
“Right, are you thirsty?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ll be right back. Do not go anywhere, that is an order.”
“And what will you do if I disobey your order?”
“I have no problem spanking your ass, Mateo Cole!” With that, she stormed out of the room in disbelief that she had threatened to spank her husband’s ass.
Shaking it from her mind, she went straight to the kitchen, and rather than grab him a nice, strong whiskey, she poured some milk into a saucepan, started heating it up, going straight to the chocolate she had already used tonight. While waiting for her husband to arrive home, she had decided to make herself a delicious hot chocolate. It was so good, and as she had been drinking it, she had felt a little better. This is exactly what Mateo was going to get.
It didn’t take long for the small measure of milk to warm up, and then she added the chocolate, a tiny splash of vanilla, and gave it a little stir. Leaning over, she took a sip, and it tasted good.
Pouring the hot chocolate into the mug, she grabbed the can of whipped cream and squirted a large swirl right on top. Now, his drink was ready for him, and she carried it back through the bathroom, to find him sitting back, waiting.
“What did you get me?” he asked.
“Hot chocolate.”
“Babe, I’d be happy with a whiskey, or a brandy, or even at this rate a fucking large swig of vodka.”
“Good for you, you’re going to have a nice hot chocolate, and seeing as I made this from scratch, you’re going to try it and you’re going to enjoy it.”
“Is that an order?”
“Yeah, it is.”
He chuckled.
“I’ll have a sip right now.”
She stood over the bathtub, arms folded, waiting, and he took a delicate sip, and she even heard a moan.