"Babe, trust me, we are fine. Buying all those things will only target our location even more," Philip protests from across the room, before bringing the lid of the Ultra to his lips.

I stand at the stove, shaking my head in disappointment, knowing talking to him wasn't going to go anywhere, yet it didn't hurt to try. "Can we at least get it for me? Phil you're the chairman -"

"I know" he cuts me off, from behind I hear the wood of the chair slightly screech on the tiled floor.

"And I am your wife, we can at least get something that gives me a piece of mind."

The room settles in silence, I hear him sipping onto the bottle but doesn't respond back to me, I lower the heat of the stove, turning around to face him sitting there with a scowl on his face.

"Phil!"

"No, Destiny!" he roars, startling me. "Alright no, what will cameras do anyways huh? we'd still be robbed in the end;" he sighs roughly, rising from his position as he wipes a hand down his red face. And gripped his hands at the sides of waist. "You need to stop with all of this worry, I am your husband, I can assure your safety alright? just trust me."

He released a thick breath; and I watched his chest fall.

My pulse is on fire as I survey his jittery demeanor, my husband just yelled ... at me? normally I don't allow such audacity and I never will, "Don't ever raise your voice at me Philip, I get it you are my protector, as stated in our wedding vows, but I am still afraid to come home one day and see my home has been vandalized regardless if we have anything valuable or not."

From across the room at the end of our brown mahogany table, standing under the dim light of the he remains silent, a look of defeat as he glared at me in silence. Something swirls in his eyes.

"Did something happen?" I finally question.

He releases another sigh; I watch his shoulders slouch, but he sits back down running a hand down his face. "The company tanked 20%." he admits. "We lost $200 million within this week."

I'm stoic, processing the statement. "What does that mean did the company crash?"

"It didn't crash babe, the company shifting loss was supposed to show profit into the smallest business that we invested in."

Uh, what? Calmly I walk over to him, as I stepped into the living room, I felt every burden he emanated into the room, enveloped in the warm gloom. "Philip, I need you to speak English to me, what the hell are you saying? did the market crash?"

"No."

"Did the stocks plummet?"

He chuckles, "No, were fine there."

"How did it tank than?" Calmy, I sit aside him. Now close enough to see the rummage of his hair, and the red exhausted orbs of his eyes, the unalignment of his tie and the a few buttons undone on his white dress shirt.

He sighs, "Last night, there was a wire. Someone in the company stole $400 million dollars,"

Now that I understand. "Oh my gosh," my lips part.

The link is untraceable, no account, no crypto or anything. It wasn't even through bitcoin. That money is gone, and those were Christmas bonuses." His head falls, peering up to the ceiling.

I stare down at his Adams apple, "Philip, I am so -"

"I didn't mean to yell," he says cutting me off. And he places a large hand atop of mine. "I just need to not spend fortunes at the moment."

I just didn't understand, "Phil honey, so you are telling me you lost $600 million dollars this week?"

His eyes darken with confusion, gliding his eyes elsewhere. "No what do you mean?"

"You said the company tanked 20% and that you lost $200 million, now you just said you lost $400 million dollars from a wire. The company lost $600 million dollars altogether."

My eyes remain keen on him, just in time for me to see a flick in the corner, "O-oh, uh about that uh I can always get it back." He smiles.

"Phil this isn't a laughing matter this is serious; we need to call the police."

His hand atop of mine lightly jerks, "We are fine," he clears. "I've already set up meetings with the board, we will be alright."

"Are you su-"

"You have something burning."

"Fucking hell." I roar rising up, flinging myself to the stove saving the salmon in time. "You have quite the appetite today." I joke to him, eyeing the meal for a family of four.

"It has been a while since I have your home cooking. And I'll be busy for a little while at the office," my smile dissipates. It made sense, he has to do what he needs to do. Yet knowing I'll be home alone for a little while turned my blood cold.

Another silence settles between us, I know he is deep in thought at the moment but the anxiety in me didn't rest until I can find a brighter topic to discuss. "Oh, and I ran into Mrs. -" I was cut off by the doorbell.

"Ah, he's here."

He? I crease my brows peering over to Philip who chugs down the rest of the Ultra bottle, "Who is here?" I questioned.

"Alessandro."

All my melanin was drained, leaving me a ghost. I watch as Philip hastily walks to the door, my heart plays like drums in my ear canal, and a sudden fire warms my body. As Philip opens the door, my eyes meet the dazzling smile of a beautiful man, towering just an inch over Philip, his dark curls coifed back, dressed in all black with three buttons of his dress shirt undone exposing his strong chest.

He looks down at Philip slapping palms in a handshake, and his eyes move up to me. By now I couldn't control this rapid thumping in my chest, forcing myself to blink or even move, what I can feel is the liquid pooling down my legs, slowly. And the swelling of my lips below.

Tanned, handsome, and charming, his lean muscles bulging through the fabric of his clothes. It was then I heard the choir of a love song in my head.

"Come in." I hear Philip say, and Alessandro steps in. "Let me introduce you to my wife."

The both of them walk to me, and my bones rattle from their heavy footsteps craning my head up at their frames, but my eyes are only keen on Alessandro.

"This is my wife, Destiny." Philip introduces.

Coyly Alessandro looks down at me, a heavenly cologne of wood engulfs me, and he extends a hand to me as Philip steps out of the way. "Mrs. Campbell" he says, the tone of his voice is low, deep and rich. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

I'm frozen under his eyes, my soul levitates the building smirk of his lips until Philip steps in, "Sweety, say hi" he instructs.

"O-oh I'm sorry, a lot on my mind." My slender hands are wrapped into his strong ones, instant bolts of electricity lick my pussy almost painfully as our hands touched, and I suddenly wince to a sharp feeling.

"I can only hope that occupies your mind, are joy and blessings." And with that he twists my hand until the back faces up, he lowers those lips down onto my skin, all while holding that dark glare. The sharp pain worsens, and I swallow thickly.

"Hey man, don't steal my wife now." Philip chuckles moving Alessandro's touch from me. Both laugh as they head over to the living room, leaving me to wonder where that sharp pain was coming from until I looked down my chest.

Through the thin fabric of my dress, my nipples erected to the point I could see the buds, God-damnit. I hear them conversing in the living room as I soothed the angry pebbles, liquid glides down my thighs down to my knees nearly exposing me when I rubbed my thick thighs together.

"Babe," Phillip calls.

"Be right there." I forced out. Gathering my nerves and heading out where both men stood at the center of the living room, whilst Philip looks up at something, Alessandro stood aside him sending me hungry glares. "Now what were the problems that 'Alexa' was giving you?"

I tear from Alessandro's captivating eyes to acknowledge Philip, "Oh, uh she fumbles and sometimes won't even turn on." I rasped.

Philip turns to look at Alessandro, who was nodding in understanding, "I would have to see model." He asks, I couldn't stand straight, the deep Italian just shakes my body.

"My wife will show you; I'm going to get the manual." Philip says.

Wait what?

"I'll be right back." And with that, Philip slaps a hand on Alessandro's arm, making me wince in the process. Heading towards the stairs.

Alessandro and I listen onto his footsteps until they fade behind a closed door, my breath than hitched as he looked down to me. "Please show me, Mrs. Campbell."

I'm a ticking time bomb, it was like pulling anchors as Alessandro walked closely behind me or being alone with him in general. We finally reached the model, and he instructs me to speak to her, and I do just that, but she fumbles like always.

"Hmm, hang on." He pulls out a phone and raises it to the air, and hums again.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, watching his tall lean and strong physique move about in my home, my panties are dampening, and the liquid tickles the hairs on my folds. The sharp pinch of my nipples returns as he crouched his strong body down to my modem, I take time to examine the toned muscle of his back.

My eyes blur, and all I can envision are the memories of the club the other night. How he enveloped my body in his strong one. I'm delirious.

Alessandro finally rises to his fall height, and I watch the whole thing with my bottom lip bitten but fix my face as he turns to me, "It is your signal Mrs. Cambell, these modems are outdated, and the electric bolts of the wall -

I zone out, trailing my eyes downwards to his body, and they land right on the massive bulge of his hard co-

"I have brand new ones that I haven't used I will bring them to you."

"Huh?"

The door above slams and Philip descends down the steps, in a white t shirt and grey joggers. In his hand was a thick manual.

"There is no need," I tell him. "Mr. Alessandro has already figured it out."

"I knew he could, what was wrong?" he chuckles.

Through his broken English, Alessandro reinforms Philip on everything I didn't hear. "The signals are very old, outdated, the modems are not up to date and the voltage in this home is weak, if you let me, I have new cables and can reinstall everything by tomorrow."

"No need tonight man, thank you for everything, right now my wife made a delicious dish, and we'd love to have you over for dinner."

We?

"Oh, I couldn't." He says.

"Please, I insist."

***

I try to look away from his stare, solely focusing on cutting into my salmon. But the intensity of his eyes left me breathless, even when I wasn't looking at him perse. Sat on the end across from me, Alessandro gazes at me darkly, and hungrily while he parts those lips of his to insert the fork.

"How has the new company been treating you?" Philip finally spoke, the baritone of his voice cutting through the thick silence.

"Very good sir, the company has been amazing."

"Keep it up man and for sure your next in line for the CEO position."

"Very grateful for the chance." Alessandro says, then guides his gaze back to mine.

I shift in my seat, my pussy leaks looking down at his forearms, and the thick veins a topping them. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I discreetly watch the movement of his lips, picturing myself laying on the table before him to feast upon.

The night draws near, silence settling into the room but the clinks of utensils and scrapings of knives, Alessandro only kept his eyes on my shrinking frame the whole time, whilst I tried to stop this pooling liquid down my pussy. Shifting uncomfortably to the malicious thoughts I keep conjuring up.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Philip once again speaks in the unsettling silence. Alessandro looks over to him with only a shift of his eyes, "I want to inform you to be careful, there have been robberies going on, and it is people from the company."

There wasn't a glint of fear in Alessandro's eyes, rather than a ghost of a smirk and I furrow my brows. "Is that so?" he says darkly.

"Yes, were you not here when all the cops were parked on our land?"

"When was this?" Alessandro's expression was calculated, surprisingly calm in this matter.

"Two days ago, man. The Yovich's got robbed the same day, remember them?"

Perhaps it was the dim lighting of the dining room, but I swore there was a glint in his eyes, nonchalantly nodding to the statement. "I thought I saw them just recently actually, at a club."

My heart freezes.

"Club?" Philip questions looking back to me, "what club?"

"Infusion."

"Oh, isn't that the one you went to babe?"

I hum in response, taking a sip of my drink.

"Everyone is having more fun than me." Philip chuckles. "Did you see each other?"

"No!" I say far too loudly and quickly. Garnering the attention of both men.

Alessandro's gaze darkens, but the corners of his lips stretch slowly to my answer, I can see it in his eyes, the memories of us as well.

"I mean I was too busy with Analisa; it be honest I wasn't aware with anything." I shrugged.

"Be careful man, especially since your upcoming. Be careful."

With that last statement, I watch Alessandro smile connivingly, "Grazie signore."

***

I sigh, adjusting my neck to the long night hearing the men in the dining room laugh about to matters of the company whilst I tend to the dishes. I survived the night, sitting just on the opposite side of my husband, and my body arouses to another man.

The liquid between my legs still pooling listening to the rich sound of his accent and the base of his deep voice rumbling on the walls. It hurts, this lust, it hurts because I can never get to satiate such desire, only watch and admire from afar and touch myself in secret.

I want him, I want him, oh, so badly.

Dushes than didn't matter, in fact I stopped everything in general and placed my hands on top of the sink, my pussy pulsates and swells, and with each clenching only amplifies more liquid from me. I groan lowly, my hands itch to relive this ache when I hear the front door close suddenly, a silence immerses the room, and footsteps make way over to me.

With haste I clear my throat, smearing the liquid that glide down my ankles. My panties are cold, but I shift my focus from the discomfort and look back down to the sink.

I feel eyes looking at me just as heavy footsteps come to a pause. Silence.

"Tonight was fun," I smile, still not looking back.

No response, but the footsteps return, closer.

"Alessandro seems nice, I am glad you found good people for the company."

"Grazie."

My breath hitched, and I'm rendered immobile, but somehow was able to twist my head to look up to Alessandro's dark eyes gazing down at me with a hungry smile.