Unnamed [18+]

Ventidue

|Sybella Fiori|
|A week later|

"What are we doing here, baby? I need to go back to Paris," I said as my husband covered my legs with a white weighted blanket. "I made a promise to Santino—"

"You need to rest, malyshka," he interrupted. "I called Santino and told him everything that happened and we've come up with a new plan because I still want my billions," he joked, making me chuckle and although it hurt a little, I pushed through it because I missed laughing. "From now on the only concern in your brilliant head is to get better, deal?"

"You want me to be still for two months?" My right eyebrow arched.

Ilya nodded "It's not an option, you need to do it so we can go on our honeymoon and you can rock your scars in a tiny bikini," the man wiggled his eyebrows, making me smile.

"So I have to lie here and do nothing while you go look for the man who did this to me? You're crazy and know nothing about me if you think I'll—"

He gave me the look he has been giving me for seven days "The Doctor said you should avoid stress—"

"He killed my baby, Ilya and he planted Jay into my life to destroy me which he ended up achieving so I'm not going to let him get away with it. He needs to pay," tears flooded my eyes. My husband tilted his head as a light smile curved his lips which weirded me out "Why are you smiling? This isn't funny—"

"It's not funny at all, Sybella but it's still weird listening to your voice for long periods of time," his right hand reached for my left cheek. "There were nights where I squeezed my eyes closed, thinking hard about the last day we spent together and wishing that when I opened them you would be beside me, drowning your legs with your eucalyptus body lotion while watching a cooking show."

My heart tightened at his words "I'm the worst wife in the history of marriage."

Ilya shook his head "No, you're not. You were scared and although the way you handled it wasn't the best, it's the only one you saw as viable and that's okay," he leaned in to peck my lips. "I love you, my Sybella. And I guess you can help me—"

"YES!" I clapped enthusiastically.

"But," he said firmly "you have to follow the Doctors orders and mine."

My right eyebrow arched as my arms crossed "Your orders?"

He cleared his throat as his cheeks turned pink which I deeply missed "No because I can't order you around, you're the only one who can give orders in this marriage."

A grin appeared on my lips "You can only order me around in bed. How soon can we have sex? I'm dying to have a real orgasm."

"Once the sutures are removed," he informed. "I imagine sex with Nicolas has been awful as always."

My cheeks turned a deep shade of red "I haven't had sex with anyone in eleven months."

His right eyebrow arched "But Nicolas—"

"I drugged him before and then tell him in the morning that it was strenuous and mind-blowing." Ilya tried to keep his laugh in but wasn't able "Don't laugh at me, Ily!" I punched his upper arm.

"Ouch!" He groaned, rubbing the stricken area. "I'm laughing because I haven't done anything in eleven months either," a sigh left his mouth. "I tried jerking off a few times, just out of need but every time I thought about you, all I could see was that stunning image of you in your white gown..."

"Every night I looked at the album," I took his hands in mine.

"You took it?" He seemed surprised.