"You can't seriously still be mad at me." Euphoria frowned.

Euphoria sat on the little couch that was situated in the walk in closet. She watched Demetrius move around clad in his towel picking out the items that he was going to wear for the day. It was hard trying to sound remorseful when his ašs looked nothing more than inviting to her. Just a little squeeze or a tap.

"I didn't hear the alarm ring." She tried again when he glanced at her.

"I was the one who shook you awake. You did wake up and then went right back to sleep. Try a better excuse amore." He shook his head at her as he dropped his towel.

Euphoria kept her eyes on his back as she tried to think of an excuse. "Ugh! Demetrius I wasn't about to wake up at five fučking thirty in the morning to exercise!" She threw her arms up in the air. "And even then you only came back at nine o'clock. That seems like torture and human abuse to me." She crossed her arms with a pout.

"You have to wake up earlier so that you get a full days of work done." Demetrius quipped.

"Not everyone is a morning glory baby so you're gonna have to live with that." Her eyes hungrily took in his abs.

"How about I make you a deal, Yes?" Euphoria nodded. "You get thirty minutes to get down stairs to the training room. That way you're later than everyone else but early enough for you."

"How about we just do this training thing at night?" Euphoria whined.

"Most events are held at night and during the day. You're going to have to be a morning glory as well." He smirked at her.

"You irk my nerves I swear." She huffed. "Fine by seven o'clock I'll be downstairs. That way I have an hour of torturous exercise and an hour for sparing." She shrugged.

"No six o'clock."

"Seven o'clock."

"Ok how about six thirty?"

"Seven o'clock."

"Six forty-five?"

"Seven thirty."

Demetrius released a deep breath. "Fine donna, seven o'clock." He finished off the last button.

"I'm so glad we could come to an agreement." She grinned hugging his waist. "I knew you'd understand."

"You're a stubborn woman." He smiled down at her.

"Now that's out of the way, what are you doing today?" She asked sitting back down on the couch.

"Besides being eye fučked by my woman, I have a series of meetings, shipments that need my attention, businesses to visit and the issue of someone begging me to be tortured since they tried to kill you." Demetrius stated as she fixed his tie. "And lastly to review the new foot soldier applicants."

"Wait people apply to work for the mafia side?" Euphoria's brows arched up.

"Yes. Some are recruited while others apply." Demetrius placed his hands on her hips. "I love this dress on you. You make it all the more beautiful." His eyes danced on baby blue dress that had a plunging neckline, tight around the torso area and flowed out from the waits and ended just above her knees.

"Thank you." Euphoria stepped on her tipy-toes and gave a peck to his lips. "I love it and the sandals."

"My pleasure mi amore." Demetrius pecked her lips one last time before he finished up getting dressed.

"Well I'm going out to buy a few things that I'll need. I'll take Salvatore with me. Maybe get him an outfit or two." She said as she put on her brown strappy sandals. "Basically mother and son time." She grinned.

"That sounds like fun. Just call me if you both need anything."

"Will do baby. I'm going to see if Salvatore is awake or not." Euphoria gave him a quick kiss before walking out his room with her handbag. "Sal?" She knocked on Salvatore's bedroom door that was near the staircase.

"Yes mama." He exclaimed before she heard a bit of shuffling and soon he opened the door for her with a wide smile. "Buongiorno mama." Salvatore stood before her with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What?"Euphoria asked confused with a slight frown.

"Oh right! English, yes?" He nodded. "Good morning mama." He corrected himself.

Euphoria giggled. "Oh that's what you said. Good morning sweetheart. Want to hang out today?"

"Yes!" He stepped aside allowing her in.

"You got ready by yourself?" She placed her bag on the small couch

"No. Mia is helping me. She's in the bathroom." He pointed at the room.

Salvatore's room was just the same as the master bedroom but smaller. With a four post king sized bed, little sitting area, desk with a bookshelf, walk in closet and a bathroom. The only thing it didn't have was the large glass double doors that led into a balcony.

Just then Mia walked out of the bathroom. She was a woman who seemed to be in her late twenties to early thirties. She had been one of the maids that would scowl upon laying their eyes on her.

"Hi Maria. I don't believe we've met, I'm Euphoria." She waved at her. "Thank you for helping Salvatore this morning but I can continue from here onwards."

"I didn't do it for you. It's my job to help him and I will continue to help him. I don't need your help." She sneered.

Euphoria placed a sick sweet smile on her face. "I wasn't offering my help. I was informing you that you're no long her needed for now." She glances at Salvatore who watched them both with curious eyes. "Now please see your way out. Sal and I have a lot to do today, isn't that right baby." Salvatore nodded vigorously.

Maria glared before stomping her way towards the door. Just as she pulled it open Euphoria called out for her. "Since you seem to be dedicated to your job, won't you be a dear and ensure that breakfast is ready for us both. Thank you darling." Maria shot her a nasty look before leaving the room.

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"But mama, I don't like the colour pink. Pink is for girls." Salvatore whined with a pout.

"But you look so adorable." Euphoria gushed at the pink polo shirt, khaki shorts and sneakers outfit. She clapped her hands. "Ok we're getting it go change back into your clothes."

Salvatore groaned dramatically before going behind the curtain to change into his clothes. Their personal detail couldn't help but smile or snicker at the young master and their boss who were going to be forced to wear pink. It would be a sight to see that they hoped would be all the much soon rather than later.

After purchasing the outfits Euphoria kept walking around with Salvatore. They had spent the day first with playing at the arcade, then had some lunch and now shopping. She had bought most of the things she found appealing. The guards had done trips to the car with their belongings.

"Oh mama can we go to the cinema." Salvatore pointed excitedly. "It's been a long time since I went with uncle Benny, Parlo and Papa."

"Lets go check it out."

Euphoria had told him her rule when they got there. "No movie above PG13." After a while Salvatore had picked Wrecked Ralph Breaks The Internet.

"Well we have an hour and thirty minutes before the next movie starts so let's go eat dinner and come back." Euphoria stated.

"Why can't we go now?" He scrunched up his face.

"Because the movie started a long time ago so we have to wait until they play it again to go watch it."

"Why don't you do what papa did? Make them restart the movie."

"Because that's not fair to others who are in there. You have to be considerate, ok?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means you must think about how someone else would feel when you say or do certain things." Euphoria began to look around for a restaurant.

"Are you gonna teach papa that too?" Salvatore asked as he slid into the booth of the restaurant they picked.

"Is he not considerate?"

"Not a lot." He shook his head.

"Well looks like I w-"

"Euphoria?"

Euphoria's eyes shifted from Salvatore who sat across from her to the last person she wanted to to see.

Tasha.

She looked different. Her skin look pale and pasty, head filled with extensions, boobs done, nose done, face lifted, ašs done and lips done. Euphoria could barely recognise her. If it weren't for her voice she wouldn't have seen her at all.

"Playing mommy to someone else's kid now?"

Why can't I catch a break from any of these bitčhes as of late?