NOVEL DRAMA ONLINE His Tesoro: Chapter 30
Sofiya and I fell into a rhythm.
Each morning, I woke early and headed to the gym, working out until I heard her move around in the kitchen. Then I hopped in the shower and jacked off—definitely not fantasizing about my wife the entire time—until I came against the tile wall. Then I got dressed in one of my identical black suits and braced myself before heading into the kitchen, where she would be in the middle of preparing something for breakfast.
A couple of days ago, it had been cinnamon rolls. Yesterday it was some sort of Russian pancake.
This morning she was already perched on a kitchen stool, a plate of waffles in front of her. I cursed myself for moving too slowly this morning. I’d missed watching her move around the kitchen like she belonged here, in our home.
“Morning,” she said sweetly.
I grunted and poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Maybe you’d be less cranky in the mornings if you slept in for once,” she said, a smile playing on her lips.
I scowled. “There will be a delivery for you this afternoon.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up from her breakfast. The kitchen stool she was on had a back to it, but even so, I couldn’t get the image of her falling off of it out of my head. I moved to stand behind her, banding my arms around her chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked, amusement clear in her voice.
“Nothing,” I said with a scowl.
She just hummed and speared another bite of waffle. But instead of bringing it to her own lips, she twisted around and held the fork to mine. My lips parted of their own volition and I took the waffle, chewing it slowly.
I was so shocked by my own behavior that I almost missed the smile tugging at my wife’s lips. She ate a bite before bringing the fork to my lips again. I should refuse. Mafia Dons didn’t eat waffles. But again, I found my lips parting and maple syrup exploding on my tongue.
“What’s this delivery?”
I blinked, trying to remember what we’d been talking about. I honestly wasn’t sure I could remember my own fucking name right now.
“Right,” I said, clearing my throat. “You’ll have to wait to find out.”
“Very mysterious.” She leaned back into my chest with a smile and I tightened my hold on her. Just to make sure she didn’t fall. Her body was so soft against mine, fitting against my chest like she was made for me.
“What should I bake today? Any requests?”
I ate another bite of waffle off her fork. “I don’t eat sweets.”
Her lips curled into a smile. “Right. Made Men probably only consume protein powder and steel nails.”
I grunted. Her pretty little smile had stolen all my words.
“I have to go.” And yet my feet stayed glued to the floor.
Sofiya twisted in my arms. “I hope you have a good day. Do good Mafia work.”
My eyes flitted to her lips—pink, pouty, and perfect. I released my hold on her, retreating from the kitchen before I gave in to the temptation to kiss her.