Arranged Marriage

Chapter 30

"Do we have to get up today?" I asked Patrick as we lied in bed.

"Afraid so," Patrick sighed, nuzzling my cheek with his nose, "I have a few meetings and you should start thinking about plans for Uomini Cielo."

"I know, I know," I sighed, "is there anything else I need to know about Pappa's businesses."

He shrugged, "read through that folder, you'll find out more. And his diary."

I nodded, "what other businesses did he owned? Beside of Uomini Cielo and the casino."

"A few restaurants. He invested in a few businesses in New York, all legitimate," he reassured me.

I nodded and sighed, leaning back against his body.

"You're tired," he stated, patting my head, "Already?"

"I'm just...overwhelmed, I guess. I should be upset right now, I should be broken. But I feel, the same," I admitted.

He chuckled, kissing my cheek, "You're stronger than you look, Eliza. You need to start believing in yourself."

"I'm trying, I guess I don't know how," I confessed, rubbing my temple.

"Well, start learning," he told me, "there's so much more that you can achieve if you do."

I nodded, agreeing with him.

Saying it was so much easier than putting it into action.

Sighing, I pulled out of his arms and scooted off the bed. Patrick groaned, making me giggle. We didn't have sex last night but I had grown use to sleeping naked just as much as I had grown use to sleeping next to him. I made my way over to my wardrobe, not taking any notice that Patrick had just gotten out of bed. He moaned, pressing his hard pelvis against my ass and cupping my breasts with his smooth hands.

"Patrick," I moaned, "Stop."

"What? Don't you want me," he growled against my neck, sending shocks through my body.

"I do but –," I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning back on him, "You have meetings and –."

"Shhh," he hushed me, kissing my jaw, "I'll be quick."

All I could do was nod, pushing my dresses apart so that I had space to hold onto the bar and spreading my legs for him.

I heard him groan once again, running his hands down my spine before squeezing my ass. My clit throbbed between my legs as my nipples hardened.

"God, Eliza," he groaned, slowly sliding into me and making me moan, "I really do like the way you think."

After Patrick and I were finished, we split up to get dressed. It was back to my black skirt and jacket and white blouse with my black, shiny almond-toe heels. After ten minutes of doing my hair and putting makeup on, I was ready for today.

I jumped when Patrick's body almost hit me as I burst from the room. Small cheeky giggles escaped my lips as I remembered what had just happened between us no more than fifteen minutes ago. Standing-up-sex was definitely something that I could get used to.

Patrick's eyes turned dark with lust, as he cupped my cheek and forced my lips to take his. I couldn't stop giggling no matter how much I tried. It only seemed to fuel him more, pushing me up against the door.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

Patrick groaned, unlatching his lips from mine and dropping his head on my shoulder. I giggled again, loving his misery as he eventually took his phone. I watched him roll his eyes and groan before he looked back at me.