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6

I watched closely as my new wife warmly embraced the only other witness present at the event. It was obvious enough that the woman was her best friend because they were practically inseparable before we exchanged vows and even now as I leaned against the sleek black jaguar which came with the driver.

I shouldn't have been looking her way, but could I be blamed? She was a vision, my goddess, even more beautiful than she had been before. Maybe I was biased? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was now my wife? Maybe the fact that she was now mine. Maybe that compounded it? Either way, I would've been a fool not to look at her by the way she looked now.

I studied the pair as they descended the steep flight of steps to the idle sidewalk below, Ada wiping her eyes and I worried that something may have upset her only to realize that she'd been laughing so hard at something the woman said that she'd been brought to tears.

If only, I had that effect on her. If only, I could make her laugh like that ... to the point of tears. To elicit that rare dazzling smile of hers. All would be right with my world.

Ada hugged her friend once more before approaching the vehicle as the driver opened the door for her, never once looking my way as she slid inside though I was certain she knew from the intensity of my gaze. I studied the driver to see him acknowledge her by a curt nod of the head before he turned to me.

I was about to follow suit when the best friend approached me. She asked if she could have a brief word with me. It seemed harmless enough so I nodded before I noticed a door shutting distantly as I obliged her, moving out of an earshot to join her. Her face was void of all humour, I realized in contrast to the way she literally lit up when she'd been in deep conversation with my wife. "Problemi?"

"Listen closely, Mister. Dari might quite possibly be the sweetest girl in the world. She's my best friend and her feelings run deep as the love we share, deeper than the surface. You may be her husband, but you have a sister also. You should have some idea as to how we love so if you hurt her, ever ... I don't care who you are or where you're from, it won't be that an easy debt to pay. I will hurt you. Capiche?"

I could tell by the look on her face that she meant business that her words were the furthest from a bluff. I admired that she would stand up for her friend, Ada, especially if she didn't herself. It showed character among other things, also that her word was one she didn't take lightly. It was good that Ada had a friend who genuinely cared for her. Good friends were in short supply as of late, I should know.

"Perfettamente," I smiled, appreciating her concern despite her threat.

"Once we fully understand each other, we will be good friends." She supplied, allowing a smile to creep onto her face. "Have a good day, Mr. Casimiro."

I chuckled despite the seriousness of the moment as she spun on her heel, standing near the edge of the pavement to the side of the pavement to fetch herself a cab.

"Can we offer you a ride?" A good friend of Ada's was a friend of mine now as far as I was concerned.

"No thanks, so you can mark me?" She scuffed, watching as vehicles breezed by, sticking her hand out to bait one.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind. In fact, I think she'd be thrilled by it." She continued trying to catch a taxi as if I hadn't said anything for a few more seconds ago before she spun on her heel, making her way around the front of the vehicle to the other side where Ada sat, sliding beside her as I slid in at the other end.

For the next thirty minutes, I resigned myself to silence while Ada and Tionnè indulged in a discussion of a wide range of things. They spoke of memories, among other things, including Ada's father and his condition, as of late.

I made arrangements for the older man to have a personal fitness trainer and Ada suggested that we continue with the services of her father's current caregiver, since they got along just fine. She was down-to-earth. Josie, the caregiver, could stay in any of the two rooms situated next to her father's room, near the kitchen, left of the foyer.

I remembered how excited Krysta had been that she'd finally have a sister though not biologically anyway. Though she couldn't contain herself at the thought, she left with the other available car with the intention of sleeping over at Liona's tonight.

She thought that she was so clever, but it was quite obvious that she wanted to give us a chance at some privacy, though she would obviously jump at the chance to spend more time with her best friend. However, she wasn't aware of the promise I made to her sister-in-law the night before. I intend to keep it or my words would hold no weight, and that would undermine my credibility. Whatever tricks she had in mind, would be no match for my resolve. However, that didn't mean it would make the task any easier.

Tionnè had stopped off no less than five minutes ago when there was a drastic change in the atmosphere.

Ada remained silent and reserved her spot nearest to the window, peering out at the activity along the streets. This gave me the chance to scrutinize her more closely in the fabric that fell softly against her feminine curves. I found that I was tempted to kiss her until she begged me for more. Again, the task wasn't an easy one.

From my position in the car, I could see the mound of her right breast under the button-up bodice feature of her simple white dress. Every time she inhaled and exhaled it was pure torture. Not only that but the way the skirt of her dress cascaded against her thighs, accumulating at her feet, made my mouth water.

Besides that every time she sat up straight in interest at the goings-on beyond the window, I caught sight of the smooth almost chocolaty contours of her flawless back, due to the low cut that came to rest on her lower back. In a few words, Ada was torture ... stupefying and, did I mention that the smell of her fragrance intoxicated me?

Dio solo sa quanto io sia nei guai. However, I wasn't the kind of man to pressure a woman into intimacy of any sort. Not only that, I wanted her to want me, to need me. I wanted her to be willing, to want me to touch her like a husband should his wife. Moreover, I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I did.

I may be cold but I'm not a beast to take advantage of a woman whether she was my wife or not. However, that didn't stop me from observing. As the saying goes, eating is first done with the eyes. Oh, but a feast did my eyes behold. The fabric of my pair of slacks suddenly seemed too tight as sensual images of her raced through my mind. Fortunately, the car rolled to a stop in the revolving driveway of our home.

Our driver opened the door for us before I stepped out, lending her my hand briefly. Once she was secure in her step, I released her, giving her space as we climbed the stairway together, shoving both hands into my pockets to keep from doing something rash.

Once we made it to the top, I opened the door for her, allowing her to go first. She did so without protest, still not a sound escaping her nice full lips. I followed suit, earning me a brilliant view of her gorgeous backside, noting that she didn't linger in the foyer with me.

Instead, she already climbed the stairs, evidently anxious to get away from me. I didn't fault her though the tension was at an optimum. I had to keep myself occupied before I go insane with the images racing through my mind ever since I saw her in that dress today.

I took off my jacket, placing it over the back of one of the stools behind the counter in the kitchen before I allowed my hands to rake through my hair, releasing an audible sigh. God alone knows how much I wanted her ... more than my next breath. My solution was to distract myself, there was only so much I could accomplish, swooning over a woman that didn't seem to want me. Cooking would relax me, at least I hoped it would.

I found a skillet, starting up the electric stove, placing the pan atop a burner before washing my hands and drying it on the towel. I added some butter to the pan rubbing it around the surface of the pan before allowing enough heat to melt faster on its own.

While the paste was reduced to a molten state, I chopped some vegetables, adding to the pan. The smell filled the kitchen, coaxing a growl from low with my stomach. It had been hours since my last meal. It was a wonder that I held out as long as I did but in my defence, I had a worthy distraction.

After separating a few eggs, I added a rich tomato paste to the mixture, standing back as it came more reactive and steam rose from the pan. For my next task, I filled a pot of water enough to boil pasta.

Returning to the skillet, I stirred the mixture, inhaling the aroma, letting it waft my senses as closed my eyes only to imagine Ada. My eyes shot wide again and I was determined to free my mind of her, at least for the next thirty minutes. How did I accomplish such a feat?

I continued, crushing a few heads of garlic, adding it to the mixture along with a bit of leftover bacon before placing the glass lid on the skillet, trapping the heat as I reduced the high fire small flame to let the dish cook for a while.

For some reason, ridding my mind of Ada seemed like the hardest thing I've ever done. Notwithstanding raising my sister, but knowing that my wife was in some other room in the house all alone on our would-be wedding day.

"Something smells good." I snapped my head to the right to see her, sitting there on one of the stools like it was the most normal thing in the world. I swallowed the lump that seemed to form in my throat. She seemed to notice my expression, tilting her head a bit before holding my gaze briefly. "I'm sorry, I got a little restless. I should go-"

"-Stay!" I said putting a halt to her confusion.

"Thank you," She smiled and I noticed that it reached her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

"You're welcome," I said surprising myself.

This must have been the first time we've had anything closest to a normal conversation as of late. I noticed that she'd cleaned herself up and resigned herself to her pajamas.

I hadn't known a sexier scene than when Ada had placed the ball of her hand under her chin, propping her elbow against the counter before tilting her head, lying against the palm of her hand. She looked so comfortable that I almost forgot I was cooking altogether.

I returned my attention to the pot of water which was about hot enough, opening the top cabinet to find a pair of scissors. Once I opened the pasta, I emptied it into the pot, stirring it a bit. Next, I took the skillet off the fire, finding myself a large green ceramic bowl.

"What kind of pasta are you making?" Ada asked, once again taking me by surprise.

I gave her my attention to see that she seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.

"I just felt like throwing things together," I answered honestly, only to hear her erupt in laughter, which in turn made me laugh as well. God, she had such a beautiful laugh.

"It sure smells good for a trial and error," She grinned and I swore that my heart stopped a whole five seconds before it began to pulse again. God, you sure took your time marrying this one. She's absolutely gorgeous when she smiles.

"I guess so." I agreed. Once the pasta was al dente, I found a strainer to remove the water before emptying the celentini pasta into the large bowl. I added the sauce to the bowl before tossing the dish together as some of the heat escaped, filling the room with the mouthwatering aroma.

Finally, I opened the fridge to find some mozzarella, grating a portion over the top before grounding some black pepper to finish it off. I fetched a pair of plates as well as folks before serving her a dish. She studied me closely with large eyes as I served myself a plate as well.

"Would you like some white wine?"

"Please and thank you," She replied in the most adorable way possible.

I found a pair of wine glasses and a bottle before pouring us both a glass. It was like we had done this many times before, every day of our lives. It was a pleasant feeling and one not likely to be put out easily. I cleared the counter and stove before I joined her at the kitchen counter.

"I love your cooking," Ada announced and I felt like a dog rewarded after retrieving a ball and bringing it to its master.

"Thank you," After that, we ate in silence beside the moans of pleasure she hummed while eating. It was all the strength I had not to take her and kiss her into oblivion.

After washing the dishes together, I climbed the stairs to my room along the hall in desperate need of a cold shower. When I did get around to having a bath, it was around nine in the night and it took a lot longer than I thought. I am doomed.

I came out of the shower, finally releasing the cool that built up, fogging the glass. I found my pajama pants, putting them on before I settled into bed about to take a much-needed rest.

About twenty minutes later, I was wide awake though I felt exhausted, and another ten before there was a knock at my door. I climbed out of bed before opening the door.

Ada stood there with a pillow in hand. Was this woman trying to drive me crazy?

"I-I couldn't sleep," She said simply, looking over my torso in appreciation.

"You can sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor," I suggested, sidestepping so that she could enter.

"I couldn't allow you to do that-"

"It's no problem at all." The things this woman made me do.

"Are you sure?" She queried.

"Yes, I am sure," She carried her pillow to the bed as I retrieved mine before settling into it on the rug. I took one of the covers, spreading it across the surface and placing my pillow atop it.

"Niccolò?" She began once I'd settled in.

"Ada?" I replied.

"Thank you," She said simply before adding, "Good night."

"You're welcome," I smiled. "Good night."

"Problemi?" - "Problem?"

Perfettamente - Perfectly

Capiche? - Got it?

Dio solo sa quanto io sia nei guai. - God only knows I am in trouble.