A day out
Chapter 35
"Well, what can a woman do? Can't allow a maid to take over my mansion can I?" Ashley mumbled.
"That's good, you have to show them where they belong."
"It's your fault Mikhail, going around and fucking everything in skirt. I wonder how many women you've fucked in this life Mikhail, I get they're more than a million." She huffed.
"Are you jealous wife?"
"I'd rather eat broccoli than be jealous of a prick like you." She said, and he nodded going down the stairs.
One thing he hated was women acting up.
He didn't even recognize the maid, but he knew that he fucked her... maybe she was the one he fucked in the pool, or maybe in the backyard, he couldn't remember and he didn't want to.
He still couldn't believe that Ashley after all the years still loved him, or maybe loved him.
"Boss?" Rob called out and he sighed.
He came here for business.
"When should I schedule the business with Mr. Montenegro?" He asked.
"The day after tomorrow." He mumbled.
Like he had promised Ashley, he was going to take her out to see the beauty of Italy.
"Mikhail." He heard her voice call.
Turning around to meet her standing behind him, she smiled at him.
It was a huge smile that nearly made him smile back.
'All for a day out!'
"Has anyone ever told you that you can be the most seductive human if you put your mind towards it?" He asked.
She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again.
"I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car.
As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades.
"Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car.
"Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."
She stopped talking to him, turning to face him.
He wasn't laughing, he was serious, and his face had that look that could kill.
"I didn't mean all of that." She didn't know when it slipped out of her mouth.
"No you did, and I like it. But you'll never join the Mafia." He said.
"Not that I want to join anymore. I've long forgotten about them." She muttered and he scoffed.
"That was a long time ago Mikhail, I have long forgotten about it..so leave it be." She said, looking out of the car again.
"What is this place?" She asked, her eyes wide open in excitement.
"This is uhm, this is one of our restaurants." He said and her eyes widened.
"Like you own it? You're the owner? How wealthy are you Mikhail?" She asked as he stopped the car.
"Richer than any man alive." He mumbled, and she chuckled at his exaggeration.
"Do you wanna go in?"
"Why wouldn't I?" She jerked out of her seat at a fast pace and hopped out of the car.
Just as her leg was about to touch the ground, she lost her footing and was about to fall when he grabbed her firmly but softly on her waist.
"You're too clumsy Mrs. Mazza." It came as a whisper even though he plan to talk.
"And you're too strong Mr. Mazza." She winked, and he huffed letting her go when he was sure she was well balanced on the floor.
The securities hurried to us as they spotted him.
"Good day Sir, Good day Ma'am." They greeted me, and I smiled at them.
We walked into the restaurant and damn! it was so beautiful, well furnished and so spacious. Mikhail was indeed a billionaire.
Maybe he was not even exaggerating about being the richest...but what about Bill Gates and the other rich men.
"Good afternoon Mr. Mazza, and Ms....."
"Mrs. Mazza." Mikhail completed and the waitress's eyes widened.
"Mrs. Mazza." She completed and coughed.
"I'm so sorry Ma'am. What can I get for you both?" She asked.
"Get us the squash spaghetti, the one on the top menu, and a bottle of wine," Mikhail said and I smiled.
"How did you know I love spaghetti," Ashley muttered.
"I don't know about you, but I love spaghetti and what I love is what we're going to be eating." He said and shrugged.
"You're so unpredictable Mikhail, how can you say that to your wife? At least be kind to me or you'll regret it, husband." She gritted her teeth and he nodded.
"Jerk." She cussed as the waitress came near.
Dropping the food they ordered, the waitress smiled at him.
"Sir, anything else?" She asked.
"No nothing, thank you," Ashley said, a little annoyed.
Why were whether only concentrated on Mikhail, she was there and she was sure she had introduced herself as his wife.
What the hell was wrong with all these people?!
"Okay, thank you, Sir and Ma'am." She said, a scowl on her face as she mumbled the last part.
"Seems this one wants to get fired as well." Ashley gritted her teeth.
Their marriage was just a pretense but she wouldn't let a small little witch on her way, after all, she was going to give birth to the heir of this place...she might as well enjoy her authority while it lasts.
"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Ashley." He said and she rolled her eyes.
"She's so arrogant and...." She trailed, glaring at Mikhail that was staring at the woman.
Was he trying to make her more annoyed?
"And hot!" He completed and that was it.
That lady was going to get fired once she was done there.
"Let's eat," Ashley said and smiled.. digging her fork into the meatball.
They are silently not saying a word as Ashley didn't say anything and like Mikhail, he said nothing...just watching her as she ate.
Soon enough they were already at the counter.
the waitress didn't seem like someone that was willing to give up and this pissed off Ashley.
"Hey, you..." She called out.
"Me?"
"Yes, you... pack your things out of here, you're fired." She said, her eyes narrowing at the waitress.
"What?!"
TBC
