Infatuation Of Darkness - Chapter 285

Without knocking on the door she walked inside and closed the door behind her and took a seat in front of him where he sat behind his desk.

“You called?”

He nodded. “You told my father but not me.”

She smirked. “Your father, even after losing the love of his life was sane enough to understand that I had no fault in it. You, on the other hand, were continuously blaming me for something I had no hand in and you did not even try to listen to what I had to say.”

He sighed loudly but didn’t reply which showed her that he didn’t trust her. “You think that going to my father behind my back will get you somewhere?” His eyes glinted with dark mirth in them. “If so you are wrong. You do not need his favour but mine and you do not have it.”

She merely blinked. “You did not call me for this.” She concluded.

To which he nodded. “You were excluding me today.”

“You threw me out yesterday.” She rebuked back.

“Alexis,” he warned to which she shook her head.

“Don’t do that.” She wanted him instead, “You know I had no hand in it. I started taking revenge because of you, your suggestion and if it came back to bite you back in the ass, it’s not my fault. I understand that you had to blow off some stream but shouldn’t have done that.” She told up and turned around to leave only to come to a standstill when she saw two elderly men sitting there.

She now understood why Angelo had called her but now was the time to take a stand instead of looking back and apologizing or going with the play she chose to walk out on them.

If Angelo thought that he had all the power in the world that he had forgotten that he was the source of her power.

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Humiliation. Shame. Mortification.

Today he felt it all because of his wife. Someone who he had made sure would be docile and fierce when needed but on the other hand, she had the guts to turn the tables on him.

The bartender placed another glass in front of him and he picked it up. What had he not done to make sure that Alexa stayed within her limits? He had no problem with her crossing those but in front of people, where he was humiliated was something when he drew the boundary to the danger zone that even she knew better than to not cross.

But she did which meant he failed.

And failure was never the option when you were the Don. A failure of a Don was thrown to the wolves along with his family.

He shifted and took out his wallet. The picture of his family was inside. His kids and wide were baking and Alexis looked like she was done with life itself.

No one had been aware of him taking the picture and watching them. Salvatore was doing as his mother said, a mama’s boy he was, and the other two had gone all out.

He chuckled lowly as he remembered the scene. It was fucking messed up, his life but who did he get to complain to? His mother? She was long cold in her grave.

His father? He wanted to die too.

He had nobody to trust and after Alexis’s doings it made it difficult for him to do so.

“Sir . . . ” He snapped his wallet shut, the waitress placed another glass in front of him taking away his empty one with a sway of her hips. Big hips, he noticed.

She had been eyeing him and he had noticed that.

He picked up his glass once more and wondered when did he finish previously.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed at the woman was eyeing him and had bent to do the work letting him know of the cleavage she possessed.

He beckoned her closer who came immediately.

If Alexis knew how to make a statement then so did he.

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The children went to bed. Bella Rosa was being a bit difficult given that it was Angelo who used to do it for her but never the less she calmed down and went to sleep.

Alexis closed the door to the children’s room and walked to her own she heard light padding of the feet. She knew who it was and immediately, all of a sudden turned around.

“Salvatore,” she chided, “Go to bed. Sleep baby.”

He shook his head, “What is papa comes in?”

She smiled and laughed a little. “I told you that it was just a little fight. Everything Will be fine bubby.”

Salvatore did not look convinced. Nevertheless, he listened to her and left to his own. As soon as his door closes she heard thumping on the stairs in the silent house.

She didn’t look forward to greeting him or even look at him but still stood there only for her heart to crumble up.

He walked to his room not even glancing in her direction. He had her legs wrapped around his waist and held her up against his chest, pressing her breasts to his chest.

They had locked lips and he was practically sucking her face with his eyes closed as if he had the route to his room mesmerised.

Her chest felt heavier when they walked to her marriage without even closing the door behind them and she heard the rustling of the clothes.

They were taking off their clothes.

What she heard next hurt her more. Gagging noises. She was swallowing her husband and by the grunts she heard, he enjoyed it.

Her face burned and something rang in her ears, she felt the humiliation to her core.

Thud.

She closed her eyes and the tears slipped down. He was fucking her and the thuds were proof of that. She should have excepted this. What more could she except a guy like that?

She moved forward and stood outside the door. His lustful eyes met hers and she looked through her tears. Stepping in, she held the doorknob and closed the door shut.

Closing the way to her heart as well.