Chapter 67 Sexual Tension

"You told me your husband was a cruel bastard who hated you and the kids, but this man seems to care for you and the twins. He doesn't seem heartless and cruel when it comes to you and the kids. How can he be your heartless, asshole husband?" "I am confused too, Emily. Sometimes I think this man is a different person and a doppelgänger of my husband," Mia sighed, defeatedly. "Mia, do you think you can trust him?!" Emily asked eagerly, but before Mia could respond, they heard the water stop in the bathroom, and the next moment, the door opened. Emily and Mia both went silent, deciding to drop the discussion for now. Alessandro emerged wearing a white fluffy robe and swiftly went to the walk-in closet. "I will wait for you at the breakfast table," Emily said before leaving, and Mia nodded in understanding. Alessandro came out, wearing a freshly pressed pair of black slacks and a crisp white shirt that clung to his broad shoulders. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing the sharp angles of his jawline, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the intricate tattoos that snaked around his muscular arms. Mia couldn't help but swallow at the sight of her hot husband, who looked like a male model straight out of GQ. "Like what you see?" he smirked teasingly, his eyes glinting with amusement as he deftly tied his tie. Then Mia realized she was gawking at this fine specimen of a male. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she rolled her eyes to mask her embarrassment. "You are so full of yourself, Mr. Valentino." "It's Alessandro to you, sweetheart," he corrected gently, his smile never wavering. He picked up his suit jacket and slipped it on with practiced ease, the fabric hugging his frame perfectly. Mia watched, bemused, as he straightened his tie and buttoned his jacket. "Do you have a meeting?" she asked, her thoughts slipping out before she could stop them. Alessandro shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "No, I've taken the day off to spend it with you and the kids." Mia slapped her forehead in exasperation. "You wear that expensive suit even on your day off?! You're impossible." Alessandro turned his head, his intense gaze locking onto the petite beauty sitting on the bed, watching him intriguingly. "I used to always dress up like this," he said indifferently, stepping closer to her. "Besides, I thought you'd appreciate the effort." Mia's heart skipped a beat as she inhaled his enchanting masculine scent mixed with his signature cologne. Her nerves fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was hypnotized by the way Alessandro stared deeply into her eyes, holding her captive, not allowing her gaze to move away. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, the air thick with unspoken emotions as if spells were whispering around them. Alessandro's presence was magnetic, drawing her in, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. His eyes held hers with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and scared, his gaze piercing deep an hers as if trying to reach her soul and read her thoughts. The sensation be ignited in her was overwhelming. Even though he was an inch away and not touching her she felt the urge to writhe and whimper, and it was almost too much to bear. Msi got up abruptly, her heart racing, before she lost her sanity under his mesmerizing spell. "But I have to get ready for work because I can't have a day off and have a very important meeting today." she blurted out in a single breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. Before she could change her mind and throw herself into her husband's muscular and powerful arms, she raced toward the bathroom, her face flushing. She closed her eyes in embarrassment as she shut the door hurriedly, hearing Alessandro's deep, amused laughter resonating behind her." In the privacy of the bathroom. Mia leaned against the door, her heart still pounding. She could still feel the lingering heat of his gaze and smell his intoxicating scent. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her devil mafia husband had always had this effect on her. She shook her head in disbelief, finding it hard to accept that her body and heart still craved him even after all these years. He still knew how to make her heart race. After all, he was called a playboy and a ladies' man for a reason; his incredible charm and allure were impossible for women to resist. Mia felt more frustrated with the thought as she stomped toward the shower and discarded her robe. The shower floor was still wet, and the scent of Alessandro's aftershave and body wash lingered in the air. The image of her sexy husband naked in the shower, water cascading down his perfect body, made her core throb with desire. She cursed her mafia husband for being so wicked that even if he was not present in the room, he could make her feel hot and needy. Feeling more irritated due to the sexual tension building up in her, she turned on the water after setting the temperature to her comfort level. As the warm water poured down her body, she stood still, waiting for it to calm the hot desire burning inside her, but nothing worked. The more she wanted it to disappear, the more glimpses of their passionate night together flooded her mind, turning her on even more. Mia's thoughts wandered to how Alessandro had touched her, how he had made her cum countless times on his finger, tongue and dick. The memories intensified her arousal, and she wanted to touch herself desperately between her legs. Or it would be even better if she opened the door and pulled that hot man inside, asking him to pleasure her. She had no doubt that he would happily fulfill her wish and even do more than she would ask.