Ezra

For the past several hours, Vincent had been cooped up in his study, doing whatever it was he did in there. At first I decided I wasn't going to bother him, just let him come out when he was done. But then I figured he was probably hungry, so I opted to just make him a late lunch.

"What are you doing in here pretty girl?" He asked as he pulled back from his desk, opening his lap for me, motioning my forward with his finger. "I figured you might be hungry." I told him, sitting down his plate on the desk, and claiming my seat on his lap.

He quirked an eyebrow as his hands went to my waist, "That's the only reason?"

"I also missed you, I guess." I teased, rolling my eyes with a smile.

"I've only been in here a few hours." He answered back.

I quirked an eyebrow, "Am I not allowed to miss my husband?"

He gripped onto my waist harder, "How much did you miss him, hm?"

I decided to forgo an actual response, and brought my lips down to his, kissing him slowly. After a moment, I made the executive decision to climb off his lap, sinking down onto my knees in front of him. I looked up at him and let out a sly smile, reaching up to unbutton his pants, and yanking down the zipper. He helped me out, slightly pulling down his pants and boxers, letting his dick fall out.

He ran his hand through my hair and along my scalp, while admiring my face, "My little wife, looking so pretty on her knees." He soothed, as I ran my thumb over the tip of his penis back and forth a few times, eliciting a groan out of him.

I decided to tease him a little, sticking my tongue out beginning to suck the tip, when a loud sturdy knock sounded on the door, making me yank me head back, knocking it under the desk with a loud thud, "Ouch."

Vincent and I both reached our hands out to grab my head, and he started rubbing soothing circles while he shouted out, "What the fuck do you want?"

A grounds security guard opened the door and walked in, "There is a visitor outside who's not on the list asking for Mrs. Brunos. License say's her names Allison Gallo."

"Alice!?" I practically yelled, quickly covering my hand over my mouth as my face reddened in embarrassment. Now all of grounds security is gonna know I was blowing Vincent in his office. Great.

Vince told the grounds security guard to go back outside, letting him know he would call the front gate to update them.

"Do you want to let her in or tell her to fuck off?"

I could think of zero reason for Alice to be here that did not involve my father. We left on a bad note, Alice still pissed that Vincent wanted to marry me and not her, so I was curious as to the reason she suddenly appeared.

"She's probably here on behalf of my dad." I told Vincent.

"Want to hear her out? It's up to you."

"You think we should?"

He shrugged, "I think it may give us more insight on the situation, it couldn't hurt."

"Let her in then."

Vincent pulled his pants back up and helped me stand up from my place under the desk, kissing the top of my head. We made our way out of the study and to the foyer where two body guards were standing with Alice who had her suitcase.

her suitcase?

"Oh Ezra!" She yelled out, reaching out to hug me and Vinnie instantly grabbed the back collar of my shirt, pulling me away from her and into his chest.

Vince told the guards to standby, causing Alice to screech out, "Dad kicked me out!"

Oh god how could I forget her voice? They were nails on a chalkboard.

"What? Why?" I questioned.

Alice had always been the golden child, she could hardly no wrong in my fathers eye, so for her to be kicked out she had to do something he really did not approve of, or this was a set up.

"Carl Lintrell came and asked for my hand in marriage, but daddy said no! I told daddy I love him and I'm going through with the marriage and he kicked me out!"

"Why did he say no?"

"I don't know Ezra!" She yelled frantically, "All I know is daddy said no to Carl for no reason and I need a place to stay for the week!" She whined.

"So you're here to stay until you get married?" I clarified.

"I can't live with him until we are married, you know that! I have no where else to go!"

I looked at Vincent who was already looking at me and he gave out "it's up to you."

Wow thanks you're so helpful.

I knew it was a gamble as to why Alice was here. On one hand, she was probably helping my father. On the other hand, she's pretty idiotic and unreliable so she'd easily give up her real reason to be here. Plus I knew Vincent would contact Carl and if her story didn't add up, Vincent would kill her for lying.

I was also just super curious, I'd always been a little too nosy for my own good, and this was definitely getting the best of me.

"I guess it's fine if you stay the week. We have a couple spare rooms so just pick one."

"Oh thank you Ezra! I knew you wouldn't let me down!" She reached out to hug me and once again Vincent yanked me out of her reach, and Alice giggled out a, "Oh Vincent you're funny!"

Vincent let out an audible scoff and went back to his office, getting back to work. I decided to help Alice take her stuff to her temporary room, helping her get settled in.

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The next day after Alice had been unpacked, I figured I would ask her about what happened between her and dad, hoping she would give me more insight if it was just a one on one. She was sitting by the pool wearing my bathing suit that she did not ask permission to use, eating some of my favorite fruit.

I let it roll off my back and approached her from the side, "Hey Alice, how're you doing?"

She forced a frown, "Oh Ez! I can't thank you enough, I just can't believe daddy would do this to me!"

"So what exactly happened?" I questioned.

"Mr. Lintrell came to dinner, you know like how Vincent came to dinner for me and you stole him out from under me," She let out, making me roll my eyes, "But we have been in contact since then and I still want to marry him, so I told daddy that I was to be married next week and he freaked out!"

"So Mr. Lintrell wants to marry you, like for sure?" I couldn't help but ask.

"What the hell Ezra! Oh course he wants to marry me, is that so freaking hard to believe? Jesus Christ you think your so high and mighty married to the Don, don't you?"

"I don't think I'm high and mighty? I was just clarifying the plans."

And making sure that dad's not trying to move you in.

"You know I was supposed to be in this position, right? Had it not been for you weaseling your way in and seducing Vincent, I'd be living here!"

I wanted to laugh, Vincent had already told me he had zero intention of marrying Alice within 30 seconds of meeting her, and I couldn't help but believe him as I'd met Alice before.

"Vincent had zero intention of marrying you Alice, and I didn't seduce him or steal him out from under you."

"Oh typical Ezra! Dad told me the truth, and now your just trying to lie to hurt my feelings. I bet Vincent has talked about me before and your just jealous. You think if I stay here that he'll get feelings for me and leave you, don't you?"

I wanted to laugh, I really did, but I also wanted to punch her, but I repressed both feelings trying to maintain some cool, "I'm not having this conversation with you anymore."

"You're lucky I'm in love with Carl Lintrell!" She shouted at me, as I walked away, going inside to find Vincent. I found him in his study on a phone call.

Once he saw me enter, he grunted out a chaste 'bye' to the person on the other end of the line, and I went and sat on his lap.

"Who was that?" I questioned.

"Carl Lintrell. I was getting confirmation on Alice's story and it checks out."

"Weird. Maybe Alice isn't part of my fathers plan?" I questioned.

"I wouldn't exclude her just yet," He confirmed, "Mr. Lintrell was weird on the phone."

"How so?" I questioned.

"He said he offered to pay $100,000 and David turned him down. It doesn't seem right." He solidified.

"My dad said no to $100,000 for Alice?" I shook my head, "No way."

"Mhm." He nodded in agreement, "Well keep a close eye on them both." He confirmed.

"You think everything will turn out okay?" I questioned, fiddling with his wedding ring.

"We'll be just fine." He stated, gripping tightly onto my waist. And I hoped he was right.

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Any theories?! What do we think of Alice?