The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

HOLLIS

Knowing Ugo and living with her has taught me that there is more to a woman than her body and beauty. And a woman can be anything as long as you give her the wings to fly.

A few hours after the incident in the closet, It got me thinking of how much strength my wife had, if she could really resist my charms with all that tension between us.

I had to rush down to my study to regain my composure and for some quiet. ‘I should have let this woman come when I had the chance.’ I groaned, looking down at my boner, a painful reminder of my miscalculated decision.

I’d thought at that point that preventing her from coming by my fingers would put her head in a space where she would want her orgasm too much to damn the consequences.

In other words, I thought she would be thinking with her cunt and not her head. But I was fucking wrong. Ugo Chike is not just any girl, she is my nemesis, God’s punishment to me for all my hideous sins.

“God,” I murmured.

God must think she is the best punishment for me, but maybe he has no idea that I’m a big fan of this punishment he handed down to me. Because I love what she does to me and how she brings me to my knees with just a stare.

But then, I messed up really big! When I caught her in a soft moment, I should have taken full advantage of it and not messed it up by fucking around with her head.

Now, how in the world am I going to get her to be in this space again? When will such an opportunity present itself again? “Well, you have to be patient, and wait for it.” I groaned.

That is the big problem, I am naturally not a patient man. The little level of patience I’ve exhibited so far is because of Ugo and I’m fast running out of it, but who would I tell? My wife doesn’t give a fucking-fuck.

I have to keep reminding myself that even if my wife decides that she won’t let me touch her ever, I should be cool with it. Even if my balls want to burst. Especially since I now know that her body responds to my touches, but her head has refused to be in it.

‘Is this proof that she hates me so much?’

Sadly, It could be. But how do I go about reversing this ill feeling she has towards me? It would have been really better if I didn’t get to find out about her body’s response to my touches just yet. That way, my head won’t have to be running wild with too many fantasies.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

‘OH MY GOD!’

I was still battling with my numerous thoughts when the phone tracker signal I had in my phone beeped, notifying me that my wife was on her phone and was on call. I shouldn’t have done what I did with her phone, but I couldn’t help it.

With Ugo Chike, one can never be too sure. I needed to be certain she wouldn’t plot or consider running away. So I tampered with her phone, making it possible for me to either listen to her calls while it’s still ongoing or have them recorded and stored in my own phone.

I didn’t need to be told that she would have my head if she found out what I did with her phone, but who’s going to tell her? Nobody.

Picking up my earbuds, I fixed them into my ears and tapped on the prompt that appeared on my phone screen. It took barely thirty seconds to find out who she was speaking to. But the next few seconds of their conversation left me dumbfounded.

They were talking about me. The conversation made me happy, hot, and needy. But those feelings managed to fly away when I overheard the ladies talking about sex toys and orgasms. What relationship do sex toys have with my wife’s orgasm? Why the fuck would she be considering a sex toy when I am right here.

Panic immediately set in. This woman would prefer a fucking toy to me. If that is the case, then I’m so fucked, for real. I was almost at the door of my study when Maxine and Castello pushed the door open.

They paused briefly and stared at me for a few seconds, obviously considering if they should stay in the room or leave, as I had no doubt my facial features were anything but welcoming at that moment.

“Yes?” I queried their presence, forgetting that I was the one that sent for them.

“Your wife is getting on your nerves again, isn’t she?” That was Maxine, and surprisingly, that single question of his brought back some part of my senses.

“Fuck.” I cursed out, hating that Ugo had made me so readable.

Maxine crossed over to the room and took a seat. But Castello remains perched close to the door. I turned back into the room. I was still hearing Ugo’s discussion with her friend and I wanted so badly to keep listening to what they were saying.

But Maxine’s expression made me worry. So I turned off my phone’s connection and turned to Castello first. But he didn’t say a word and his face told me I needed to be worried.

“Out with it,” I said to no one in particular and took a seat.

Maxine tilted his head to the side and scratched his forehead lazily. “Uncle Carloz is after U. U.” He said and I kind of fell deaf for a couple of seconds.

“That son of a bitch.” I found myself laughing, wondering the level of stupidity Carloz must have decided to immerse himself in.

Who in their right senses would want to hurt my wife? If it were an outsider, maybe it would have made some sense. But Carloz was family, and he knew what faith awaited him if anyone discovered such an act of insubordination.

“How did you find out?”