The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

“If you’re so concerned about mafia matters,” Massimo stated, “let’s talk about how your territories are doing? Matthew, you may start unless Stuart wishes to begin.”

The two mafla men were easily distracted by Massimo’s request and conversation moves on to mafia business. Elena knew she should pay attention, but she couldn’t stop thinking about their words. Or, more accurately, about what they were implying.

It’s normal for a married couple to have sex, but at a party? That’s a little much isn’t it? Not that Elena could blame anyone for finding Massimo attractive—he’s got plenty of muscle in all the right places and his suits are always tailored to show off his best features.

Even if Elena hadn’t seen Massimo shirtless in the pool or naked in his bath, it’s obvious Massimo is in peak form. And the small peak she got of his lower half was certainly impressive…

Sure, other women might be put off by Massimo’s personality, but Elena values his intelligence and hidden kindness. He’s loyal in a way other mafla men can only dream of being. And most importantly, Massimo respects her judgment–he asks for her advice and listens to it.

Wouldn’t anyone think Massimo is a catch?

Elena stared at Massimo long enough to draw his gaze away from the mafia men. He smiled softly at her, and Elena smiled back.

As the banquet dragged on, work became completely forgotten. It’s probably for the best—several mafía members were getting incredibly drunk. The conversation quickly turned into something more casual as people switched and moved seats–and overall, just got more comfortable with each other.

There was talk about other parties that have happened or are being planned. Several parents boasted about their children’s accomplishments. Others still shared stories about vacations.

Suddenly, people forgot their place and asked Elena and Massimo questions about their relationship again. This time however, they’re even more invasive than the first series of questions.

Someone’s fiancée made her way to Elena’s side. “Be honest,” she drunkenly whispered–at a sound loud enough for the more sober to easily hear, “how big is he?”

“Some of it’s got to be padded, yeah?” another woman added, her words slurring together. “I know, tell me when to stop.‘

The woman placed her two index fingers together and slowly widened the space between them. Rather than answering the rude question, Elena finished her glass of red wine.

Elena glanced over at Massimo. Judging by how many men had gathered around him and were talking animatedly, she guessed her boss was fairing no better.

“Oh my god, he’s really hung like a horse,” the woman said.

“No wonder she doesn’t talk much–her throat must be sore all the time.”

“Do you have any tips? Just between us girls.”

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Elena ignored the drunk women. She discreetly looked for Consigliere Leo.

Though he held a glass of wine, his face wasn’t red at all. His movements were still precise. And though he talked cheerfully to the drunk party goers, his words weren’t slurred.

He was working quietly and carefully. It was masterful really. Consigliere Leo would talk with a group of people, clearly drop hints about intimate and inappropriate questions to ask the hosts, and then move on to a new group.

By the time he was gone, people had worked themselves up. They only held on for a minute or two before curiosity became too strong and then walked up to either Massimo or Elena herself. If Elena hadn’t been paying attention, she never would’ve thought to blame Consigliere Leo at all.

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