Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Alia POV

“It’s me The woman smiled, casually walking to Camila’s side and picking up the expensive scarf from the table. Such a beautiful art. Its adapte Manager Berti didn’t want it.”

As she spoke, she wrapped the scarf around her own neck and smiled. ‘Look, it seems more suitable for me, doesn’t it?

Camila looked at her thoughtfully. The fiery red scarf on the woman shone like flames, dazzling and bright, like a torch in the darkness-

Perhaps this was her only chance to crush Alia beneath her feet. She had to seize it.

So Camila asked, “Why are you willing to help me?”

The woman elegantly adjusted the scarf around her neck and replied matter–of–factly, “Because I like this scarf.

Camila was momentarily stunned, about to ask for clarification when the woman continued, “I’ve heard about the materials you have, but sending them through email would easily reveal who’s behind it. Manager Berti would never do that. But I have a better way.

Upon hearing the woman had another method, Camila immediately cast aside all other concerns and eagerly asked, “What way?”

“Go find this person.” The woman took out a business card from her purse and handed it to Camila. “Once you find him, he’ll tell you what to do.

“Alright.” Camila carefully accepted the card, feeling its weight in her hand. She stared at it excitedly–as if looking at a sharp sword piercing Alia’s chest

I wrapped the towel tightly around my wet hair and leaned back against the soft pillows on the king–sized bed in the Casanova apartment.

My freshly showered skin felt cool against the sheets, with the faint lavender scent of shower gel lingering in the air.

Marco had texted that he would be working late again, leaving me alone at home to let my mind wander–well, with Lola keeping me company.

I reached for my phone and opened Twitter. Francesca was online, probably sketching designs for her bridal boutique in Altoria late at night.

My slender fingertips moved quickly across the phone screen, typing: “Fran, how’s life in Portugal?*

She replied almost immediately: “Great food, great fun, and a handsome guy who keeps me busy with what men and women love to do every night. How do you think my life is?”

My face turned red. Couldn’t Francesca act more like a lady?

Only she would joke about such intimate matters between couples.

Before I could reply, I received another message from Francesca: “Alia, is your sex life with your man harmonious?”

I was speechless. Could I tell her we had done it four or five times just last night?

After thinking, I typed: “We’ve done what needs to be done.”

Even though we were thousands of miles apart, I felt like Francesca could see through my little white lie, so I quick

under the covers.

As soon as I sent my message, Francesca sent a voice message: “Alia, tell me quickly, how was your first time? Did he only care about his own pleasure without considering yours? Or did he focus so much on you that he forgot about himself?”

I blushed listening to this. Francesca looked so pure and sweet, but how could she talk about such explicit things?

I was too embarrassed to reply, but Francesca kept sending voice messages one after another, like bombs.

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Chapter 54

Alia, let me tell you, men hate it when women lie there like dead fish during sex. So when you’re making free, you loyal to be mole certos.

“Oh, I forgot you don’t have experience in this area: Let me tell you, don’t just lie there silently. When you need to moon, mis tully Dee the phy- love that.”

Alia, mbaning isn’t enough. You also need to praise him. My Morde is like that the more I praise him, the more energetic he gets, like he way to every drop out of me.”

I couldn’t help but wipe away sweat, wondering what was going on in Francesca’s mind.

1 had only replied with one sentence, and she had imagined so much.

Francesca’s voice mess

continued: ‘Alia, reply quickly! Tell me how your first time felt!”

Me:

My silence only prompted more bombardment from Francesca.

“Well, it’s been so long since my first time that I can’t remember how it felt anymore. That’s why I’m asking you.”

Just listening made me want to

a hole and hide, but the speaker seemed oblivious and kept chattering away.

I never knew condoms came in different sizes, so I gently typed: ‘Do these things come in different sizes?”

Francesca started her verbal bombardment again: “Alia, some men don’t like wearing these things at all. They think it feels better without them. But you’re so young, in the prime of your life. What if you get pregnant? Would you keep it or not?”

I sent another ellipsis in response.

Francesca continued: “If you get pregnant and keep it, it would affect your work. You’d have to spend more time taking care of the baby. If you don’t keep it. abortions are very harmful to women.”

I hadn’t actually thought about having children yet, as my relationship with Marco hadn’t progressed to that stage.

But if Marco and I ever had the chance to have a child, I would probably keep it.

A man like Marco would surely raise a child to be as excellent as he is. And if I had a boy who was as handsome as him, that would be even better.

Suddenly realizing what I was thinking, I quickly looked up at the door, worried that Marco might suddenly walk in.

Francesca sent another voice message: “Tell me quickly, I’m about to go shopping. When I stop by the convenience store, I want to compare which condom size your man uses versus mine…”

Francesca was a woman of action–whatever she said, she would do immediately. I pictured her sending me a huge box of condoms.

Imagining that shocking scene, I quickly shook my head and sent a voice message: “Fran, don’t trouble yourself. I know what to buy.”

Francesca: “Alia, are you afraid I’ll find out your man’s size is too small…”

Before I could finish listening to that message, I heard the door opening. I quickly exited WeChat and lay stiffly under the covers.

Marco came over and lay down beside me: “What size is too small?”

“N–nothing… I stammered, too embarrassed to speak properly. I could hardly tell Marco that my best friend was

bout the size of his manhood.

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