Arranged Deception Read Online C.C. Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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I realize I’ve daydreaming about Nico and what those pearls mean for longer than I meant to when there’s a knock on the door and I’m pulled back to my regular state of mind.

“Ma’am, your makeup artist is here,” the guard Nico brought alert me, and I move toward him as he opens the door. I see a young man who is maybe five-foot five, and he looks terrified of the three guards watching my room.

“Hi, I’m Francisco. I’m here to do your makeup, Mrs. Valiente.”

“Yes, come in, and don’t let them intimidate you. They’re all bark and no bite.” I give him a wink and move aside for him and one of the men to come in. I don’t ask questions, knowing Nico most likely told them I’m not to be alone with anyone and to double up with security when my makeup artist got here.

“Where would you like me, friend?” I ask, trying to make Francisco more comfortable. Seriously, he looks petrified.

“Um, the chair by the window is fine.”

I look at the comfy chair and round table by the large open windows, and I move to it. Francisco sets up shop and gets to work. Soon enough, with just the right amount of small talk, we get to chatting like we know one another. He tells me he has a partner and two sons they adopted. I told him we’re thinking about having kids, and of course he tells me all about why I should and the ups and downs of being a parent. But all in all, he reiterates how amazing it is. I wish I could bring him back to Seattle with us. He’s seriously one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.

I’m sad when we have to part, but when I see how lovely he did my makeup, my stomach flips at knowing how much my husband will be salivating over me tonight. I work on my own hair, something I told Nico I prefer to do. I blow dry it halfway, then add curlers. Letting those set for a bit, I sit and call Nico.

“Wife, is everything all right?” he answers.

So serious.

“Husband, everything is great. I just miss you. Wanted to make sure you’re safe and okay.”

He chuckles.“Emelia, I'm safe. This isn’t my first time. You don’t have to worry. I want you to relax today. It's been a wild couple of days. Just enjoy it. Room service is on its way up now with champagne and strawberries. Indulge.”

I pout.“Well that doesn’t sound like much fun, since you aren’t here. I would love to eat strawberries. Off of your cock,” I seduce him through the phone.

“Baby, I'm in a room full of men right now.”

My face goes red.“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”

“It's all right. They can’t hear you, but I’m afraid I can’t engage in the way you and I both want to. I will be back soon though, so save some for that?”

I nod, even though he can’t see me. I'm still mortified.

“Yes, will do. Bye.” I hang up fast and roll my eyes. God, I'm an idiot. The phone rings almost instantly, and it's Nico. I debate letting it go to voicemail, but knowing him, he will just keep at it.

“Hello?”

“I stepped out. Seemed my wife couldn’t bother saying she loves me. Do you need attention, principessa?”

“No, no, I can wait. I was just embarrassed.”

“Two things. You always say ‘I love you’ before we end a call. And two, don’t be embarrassed about your needs. They couldn’t hear you, and if they had, then they would’ve all lost their ears by now. I don’t share. Remember?”

I blush. “I do.”

“Good. Now do you need some attention? I can take a few minutes for my wife to get her fix.”

He wants to help me get off, and as much as I want that, I just want to wait for him.

“No, go to work. You can give me all of you when you get back.”

“Good.”

“Wait, before you go. Can I get a phone like my old one? This new one you got me is huge. Seriously, it's the size of my head, Nico.” After he broke my phone, he gave me a replacement, and I genuinely despise the outrageous size.

“You’ve handled something bigger.”

“Ugh! Nico!” I laugh.

“I will see what I can do. See you soon. I love you.” His voice lowers, sounding sincere.

“I love you,” I say back just as genuinely. We end the call, and I get back to finishing my hair.

The dress came, and it is breathtaking. The satin fabric is a fire-engine red, and it catches the light stunningly. It ties around the neck and drapes in a swoop at my breasts, giving me ample cleavage. It's an empire waist, and it flows down the rest of my body effortlessly, but the most eye-catching part… the large slit up my right leg. The opening ends at the center of my thigh, and I have never felt more beautiful.


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