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Chapter 26

I thought Domenico was lying about leaving the country just to shut dad and Julia up, but we are really on our way to Greece.

We boarded the private plain an hour ago. We're currently situated in the bedroom at the back with some snacks and water.

I decided to get some sleep while Domenico was sitting next to me in bed and finishing off some work in order for us to have a relaxing honeymoon. I was in a deep sleep when Domenico woke me up "Baby, come get up, we're about to land"

I groan as I get up and follow him with my bed head to one of the seats and strapping up to land. Luckily, I decided to dress comfy for the flight in leggings and a long sleeve top with a hoodie tied around my waist. I don't care what people think of me being the wife of a Capo but being dressed like a college kid. He fell in love with the college kid, looks and all. If he was with me for looks, I would have never given him a chance. The heart is more important than the looks.

We settled in and landed on a private strip with a car awaiting for us. The driver took us to a house a few meters from the beach and he made sure to take a few trips carrying our bags up the two million steps we had to take to reach the house. I tried to help but Domenico didn't let me. Why did man think of coming here of all places, I have no clue. I like to gym and all, but I don't think anyone likes to gym when they are on holiday.

"We're staying here for a week then we're going to Italy" Domenico says as we enter the door of the gorgeous place we're staying at. Lovely white and beige interior as we step into the lounge with huge floor to ceiling windows and balcony with a small splash pool on the left side overlooking the sea. It's a two-bedroom unit and more then enough for the two of us. Stainless steel appliances with a stocked fridge and the whole place Is just how I like it, comfy.

It was mid-day when we got here, so I decide to take a shower and get dressed in a flowy dress with a bikini underneath as it's hot here and you never know when you might swim.

Domenico is busy making some business calls in the other bedroom, so I decide to enjoy a glass of champagne on the balcony overlooking the gorgeous see. I sit and think to myself how my life has changed since moving away from that house. Sometimes I wonder how my dad really feels about me.

If I could climb into his head to get the answers myself, I would do that in a heartbeat.

My train of thought is interrupted as Domenico comes and sit opposite of me with a glass of his favorite whiskey in his hand. "What are we eating for dinner?" I ask him as I take another sip of my champagne.

"I don't know what you're eating but I'm eating you" he says looking me at me with lust in his eyes and no smile at all. I decide to gulp my glass down to get rid of the shy feelings I have. My face is probably beet red.

"You know that I'm temporarily disabled in that region" I tell him.

"And you know I will be gentle and you should feel better by now" he says while pulling me up by the hand to come and sit on his lap. He turns my body in a position so I'm straddling his lap with our fronts facing each other. My dress has ridden upward exposing my thighs and bikini clad core. He lifts his hands and starts to stroke his hands through my hair as he's looking me in the eyes. I gulp at the way he makes the nerves my tummy bundle together in anticipation. He bend forward and starts to kiss me with so much passion and love. He got up with him still holding me in his arms as I wrap my legs around his torso as we head into the bedroom.

After doing what married people does on a regular, we decided to start something to eat as it was late and beginning to get dark outside. He also kept his word about being gentle as this time around everything felt even more mind-blowing. We decided to make oven grilled chicken with a side of mixed veggies. I obviously watched while he did everything because he does not want me to lift a hand making food when he is home. I don't complain because I love his food.

We went for a dip in the splash pool overlooking the now dark ocean and all the lights of the houses on our sides. It looks so romantic. We opened a bottle of white wine and just relaxed in each other's company. By ten in the evening we decided to take a shower together and called it a day because the next day we will be exploring Greece.

"Aargh! Why does that phone always have to disturb my sleep?" I decide to get up and answer it because I know Domenico will not answer it right away.

"Hallo" I answer without looking at the screen.

"Hallo, who's this? Where's Domenico and why are you answering his phone?" a woman asks me.

"Domenico is still sleeping. Who can I say called?" I ask as Domenico is starting to wake up and look at me questioningly rubbing his eyes.

"Tell him he must call Isabella back" the voice on the other side said and I instantly knows it's his ex from college. Why the fuck would she be contacting him.

I look Domenico in the eye while asking the woman on the phone "why are you contacting Domenico?"

"Baby, who's that on the phone?" Domenico asks but I ignore his question.

She answer me with "we have history and who are you to cross question me about Domenico? I suggest you wake him up or tell him to call me back if you know what's good for you" what an utter bitch I think to myself but why am I not physically able to respond. This pisses me off even more.

I drop the phone down in her face and throw it on the bed more pissed at myself for not putting the bitch in her place. I decide to walk in the bathroom to rather wash this pissed attitude right off. hile walking to the shower, but Domenico stops me. "Babe, who was that on the phone?" he asks.

"Your ex, Isabella, I think her name was, called and said that I must ask you to call her back or tell you as soon as you wake up, that's if I know what's good for me and she also said some other stuff. So, you better call the woman back" I say clearly having a pissed look on my face.

I decide to shower and get dressed in a short above the knee, white strappy dress with black sandals. When I was done Domenico was sitting bare chested in the open plan living room on his laptop typing up a storm. I decide to walk past him and start to make breakfast. He did not come and stop me like he would other times. I then placed a plate Infront of him and took my plate with my coffee and went to the balcony that I've come to love. I savor the food and was sipping the last bit of coffee when Domenico came out and joined me outside.

He's the first to break the silence after a good five minutes of silence as we look over the calm ocean "Can we talk?".