Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 290

Luca’s POV

“Uh, no. No, I don’t” She finally responded in a small voice, after a few more seconds had passed. She knew what exactly it was that I wanted, knew that I needed her to respond to me vocally, but had purposely refused to not do that – until I had called out her name the way I did, some moments ago.

Someone’s definitely getting a settling spanking tonight, I thought silently to myself as I hummed a little, giving her a pointed look for a few seconds, right before I turned around and started to head towards the entrance of the sitting room, and not before I slipped a glance at Armani who was staring down at his thighs, obviously trying to make himself as small as possible, to make him become as invisible as ever– as soon as he had realized the whole thing that had been happening between the both of us.

I made my way out of the sitting room, making my way through the hallway and around the part that led into the kitchen. I headed straight into the walk-in freezer, fishing out a bottle of drink after a few moments. I remained inside the freezer, feeling the cold of the freezing walls seeping into my clothes as I popped the drink open and allowed the cold liquid to spill down my throat really slowly.

After a couple of minutes had passed, I finally started to make my way out of the walk in freezer. I paused after walking past the counter and leaned against it as I slowly sipped my drink. I ended up sliding into one of the seats right there and then I fished out my phone and started to make my way around it, tapping against the screen and going into my messages instantly. There was already a long stream of messages waiting for me in my inbox but I ignored most of them and only checked out the ones that I knew were important. I checked out James’ own at first, because James was important and needed to be checked out first. His messages were a whole different thing from being all important, they were all goofy, goofy and goofy and i found myself grinning a little by the time I was done reading all his text messages. I started to type in a response after a fleeting moment, huffing out a little breath as soon as I realized that he was currently online and had instantly started to respond to my recently sent response.

Apparently, he was currently at a club, and now that I was thinking about it once again, I’ve got to admit that I didn’t miss the whole clubbing lifestyle the way I used to think I was going to do, when I had still been contemplating getting married. Now, as it seems, I didn’t think I could ever visit the club on my own, with Sofia here at home, knowing that I was automatically cheating on her by dancing with any chick I’d meet at the club, and I know that it was going to break her whole heart if I made to get sexually interactive with someone else. I shook my head a little, at this point, it didn’t feel like I wasn’t seeing other women just because of Sofia, I was also doing that because of myself.

I know that I was going to be flooded with a whole lot of guilt and I was going to end up beating myself up a whole lot, if I attempted to see other women that weren't Sofia. At this very point, I didn’t think I’d even find partying overnight fun. I’d pick snuggling with my wife over doing that – well, that was except if Sofia was going to be accompanying me to the supposed club, then perhaps I’d be able to have a whole lot of fun with her beautiful and sexy self hanging off me.

I was going to have to look through my schedules. One of these days, I was going to make sure to organize a night for me to take Sofia clubbing. I was going to make it so much worth it for her and it’s going to be a really fun, hot and interesting night for her. I breathed out a small breath and chuckled a little at all what James had sent to me, and after a few more seconds, he sent in a video – and by merely looking at the thumbnail, you’d be acme to tell that it was taken in a club, telling by the darkened and colorful lights surrounding the whole atmosphere.

I clicked on the video after placing my phone on the spot beside my drink and I asked to lift the drink up to my lips to drink on a mouthful almost immediately. It didn’t take all that long for me to swallow down a few more mouthfuls.

Once I was done, I placed the bottle of drink back down and picked up my phone in the next moment, moving it before me to enable the face identification scanner which worked in a fleeting seconds.

I finally played the video and what I saw made me start to roll my eyes at first. It was a video or someone giving him a lap dance. The video was very bright and clear and James was singing loudly along to the music that was playing in the background of the club. The person currently giving James a lap dance was really thick, and there was once a time that I’d have felt a small stab of jealousy at being the one who didn’t attend the club in that particular moment and had to settle for recorded clips of my best friend having fun instead. But now… I didn’t feel any of that. I replayed the video over and over again but felt nothing, all I was feeling was perhaps, hoping I’d get to a point whereby Sofia would ride my dick and orgasm a whole lot of times before finally making me orgasm really hard inside of her.

I finally stopped playing the video and commented something about him having fun, and then I started to make my way out of his inbox. I lifted my head up when the smell of food started to get even more stronger the next moment and after some time, my stomach started to rumble in hunger.

I went back to doing something on my phone, ignoring my bunch of emails and making my way into my Instagram. I didn’t think I had ever gone inside of here ever since the moment I posted that picture of Sofia, some days ago. There were a whole bunch I’d message requests which I didn’t bother to go through, because there were a whole lot and I didn’t think I would be able to go through them at this very moment. Going to my posts, I clicked on my most recent post which was the one of Sofia, and my mouth might have fallen open a little in surprise as I noticed the amount of engagements I had managed to gather by that particular post.

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten that kind of engagement on any of my posts here on Instagram before. The whole thing was a whole lot and I couldn’t believe the amount of numbers I was currently seeing.

The post managed to get over fifteen thousand comments, and over ten million likes, which is really crazy. At this point, I was sure that If Sofia had an Instagram account and I had tagged it right before I posted that picture of her, it might have been able to generate over two million new followers from the whole engagements or this post.

I puffed out a slow breath and went through the collect section a little, the amount of verified accounts I was seeing in the comment section was making me a little bit dizzy. I didn’t respond to any of the comments, and noticed that a few people which I follow also commented, including James. I rolled my eyes a little as I moved out of the post and checked my account, realizing that I had managed to gain over four million new followers.