Becca.
Now that we were settled in, and Sophia was coming to visit and help while we could look for a new nanny, I allowed myself to relax a little. I sat on the couch, in front of the television, going over everything I knew and thinking about the future.
Jas was, no surprise, the Don now that we were here.
Which would be passed onto Alessandro, a fate that would bring him so many problems later in life. I winced at that idea, then let out a sigh.
Would our family ever escape from this?
My thoughts turned to where we could go. Jas was very frustrated with all the moving around we were doing on the regular, but I couldn’t help it. New York, obviously, was no place for . I shuddered rembering that confrontation with the Stepford wives.
They had been way out of line–disgusting, vile. Sothing had to be done about them! But what could be done? I shook my head, deciding it wasn’t my problem anymore. They were going to dig themselves into their own graves.
Including Antionette. I winced, rembering how she sided with them despite having falsely been my friend.
Had she ever been a real friend? I honestly wasn’t sure. I looked over to my phone. I still had her number.
There was an unread ssage there from her that had been stuck there for a few days. This had all been too much. I didn’t want to make myself even more upset by reading it. The more I sat there, though, the more I realized I should probably take a look.
Finally, I reached over to the remote and turned the TV off, putting a hand on my forehead and picking up my phone. My stomach twisted at the thought of reading, then answering, this ssage.
Taking a deep breath, I opened it and read the ssage Antoinette had sent the morning after the Stepford wives chased us away. ‘I’m sorry, Becca. It was a point of weakness I’ll always regret. I would like to remain in contact. Maybe your friend, soday, again.’
I felt a little numb while reading the apology and just shook my head with a sad sigh. She shouldn’t have done that, to begin with, but at least she knew it was wrong. Maybe I’d reply eventually.
I wasn’t sure.
With that in mind, I turned the television on again and slumped against the couch, reaching up to rub at my temples. We couldn’t stay here in Italy forever given the Don situation; we just couldn’t. It was too dangerous.
Eventually, Jas entered the room and noticed my expression. He sat beside , causing to turn the television off and turn to look at him. “Jas,” I muttered. “I got a text from Antoinette. She’s sorry for what happened, but I just can’t forgive her yet.”
“Can’t bla you,” Jas replied, leaning over to give a kiss. I hesitantly returned it, so much on my mind right now. Jas noticed this and tilted his head. “What’s on your mind other than that?”
“Well,” I said softly. “I was thinking about the future and where we may end up.”
“I see,” Jas said, a hint of irritation in his tone. I felt annoyance spark within , as well. This would be another case of him not listening to , wouldn’t it? I narrowed my eyes and gave a nod.
“Yes. We should be thinking about our future, after all. We have plenty of money, and I know you want to settle. We need to find a good place for that,” I said, my tone rather harsh. No doubt, he got the implication that I didn’t think we should stay here.
His expression lted into a frown, and he let out a soft groan, running his fingers through his hair and furrowing his brow. “Becca, I was hoping that where we settle could be here. I’m paying attention and looking for a way to solve the issue stuck on your mind.”
“You’re always looking for solutions to new problems that are always coming up. How can you not be tired of this?” I asked him, agitated. “We need to go soplace where there won’t be new problems to begin with.”
“There will always be trouble wherever we go. That’s a fact of life, sothing you’ll need to accept, Becca. I’m tired of moving around. We can get situated just fine here. You’re right, I am always looking for solutions, and I always find them,” he told .
I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and kept a steady, cold stare on him. He wasn’t getting it. The number of problems here versus elsewhere, aside from New York, was staggering. There was nuance to the situation he just wasn’t getting.
“Right, and the number of problems here is far bigger than elsewhere we may decide to go. Listen, I was thinking. We can go soplace to start a charity. I did so research and found that Guatemala could be reasonable,” I said.
Jas looked at with a raised brow, clearly trying to study my face and figure out whether I was being serious or not. He put a hand on his face and let out yet another groan, causing my eye to twitch in annoyance. Oh, great. He wasn’t taking my idea seriously.
“Guatemala? Why there? That decision would be stupid, I will admit. All the way there? When we have a perfectly fine place here and are settled? Really?” he asked in disbelief, the frustration in his tone evident.
I clenched my jaw and nodded, feeling anger wash over at the fact that he wasn’t taking this idea seriously. How could he be so rude? I snapped, “Yes, really. All the way there. I can make a difference. I want to make a difference. It’s a nice place for us and our kids to settle.”
“We will have to adapt to an entirely new culture and climate,” Jas said, shaking his head. “It won’t be good for the children. There are many dangerous places there, too. You say you don’t like it here because of the danger, and yet you want to go there?”
“You downplay the danger here and emphasize it everywhere else because you’re stuck on staying here in Italy!” I snapped back, not flinching as he got into my face. Jas’s eyes narrowed as he clenched his fist.
“Becca, we can’t just get up and decide a random country we’ve never been to before is a reasonable place to live. I want to stay here and settle. You keep wanting to drag this family every which way. What do you have against stability?!” Jas asked, raising his voice.
“Stability is what I want!” I shouted. “We can’t have that here. We can find it there and make a difference at the sa ti. It’s perfectly reasonable. You’re just being an asshole who refuses to listen to a word I say!”
Suddenly, his lips were captured in mine as he pinned down to the couch. His tongue parted my lips, aggressively exploring as I shook in his arms. It felt good. Too good. I let out a moan in his mouth and squird but didn’t fight other than that.
When he pulled away, I breathed, “F*ck you.”
“Obliged,” he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He practically ripped my shirt off, snapping off my bra and capturing my nipple in his mouth. He swirled it with his tongue, causing to let out a loud groan.
Sophia was with the kids, who were asleep. We very much could indulge, here and now, though I wanted to make him pay for this.
When he took off his shirt and returned to fondling while making out, I sank my nails into his back and dragged down.
He grunted angrily, causing to grin and chuckle into the kiss. He broke it once more to whisper into my ear, “You’re being a naughty girl, Becca. You don’t listen to a damn word I say. Now this.” I gave a moan as he raised his hand and slapped on the ass cheek.
Jas began grinding against , causing squeals, whimpers and moans to cascade from . At the mont, he was wearing a musky, woodsy cologne that washed over my senses and made dizzy the more he pinned to the couch.
I could feel his erection through his pants as he ground against , once more slapping on the bottom and causing to yelp. Still, his pants were on, as were mine, though I knew that c*ck would be inside of soon enough.
He began tracing his lips down my body, tantalizing every sensitive area on my skin with his tongue. While he did this, he reached over and squeezed my breast, proceeding to pinch my n*pple and cause to shriek.
“F*ck you for this, Jas,” I whimpered, causing him to laugh.
“That’ll happen very soon, baby,” he said, anger in his tone still evident. He practically ripped our pants off then. I was very wet between my thighs already, and he didn’t take any ti to tease further. Rather, he impaled on his c*ck with no hesitation.
My back arched, and I let out a low groan, tears springing from my eyes as I gasped. He began slamming his hips into , rcilessly, dragging out all the pleasure and pain at once. As he moved in and out, he snapped, “So f*cking unreasonable. Take . Take all of . Brat.”
“Easy for you to say,” I managed to pant between whimpers. I threw back my head and let out a strained yell, conscious of others in the house, as my first orgasm crashed over , fluid spilling out. Then, I added, “So many problems wherever you go; asshole won’t even LISTEN to !”
“I listen just fine,” he said, thrusting hard and causing to groan. He slapped on the ass again, the couch thumping and moving as he f*cked without remorse, his teeth bared as he glared down at . “You just don’t get it.”
“Bullshit,” I snapped, then added, “f*ck, Jas, harder. Take harder, you bastard. HARDER!” It was a demand I needed to make. He was driving into with no hesitation, no rcy, and I loved every second of it.
He gave that, too. His thrusts intensified. He was slamming into as if nothing in the world could control , and I was on the edge of a very rich climax. Seconds later, I gave in, a wave of pleasure completely washing away as I cried out in bliss.
Jas ca, filling with his seed monts later, the rich sensation of it causing to whimper again. I lay there, shuddering with aftershock, as he leaned down and kissed harshly on the lips.
I had a feeling neither of us won that argunt. Or, maybe, both of us did. Who knew, aside from the fact that it wasn’t over yet?
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