It's midnight and I want cupcakes so I'm making them. I'm also out of my cast thankfully which makes this whole baking shit a lot easier. I had my earphones in, swaying my hips to the music as I stir the batter in the bowl.

I didn't even notice anyone coming into the kitchen until I felt two strong arms around my waist. I take one of my earphones out and look over my shoulder to be met with a familiar pair of green eyes.

"Amo il modo in cui muovi i fianchi su di me, amore mio." He whispers lowly into my ear, placing his hands on my hips.

(I love the way you move your hips on me, my love)

I turn around, take my earphones out and wrap my arms around his neck. My hips continue to move with the music and so does his. Grinning, he holds both of my hands in his and I laugh when he pulls me towards him, swaying his hips with mine as our feet mouth in sync.

Who knew that this man could do the bachata?

He brings his face closer to mine and smirks against my lips. Just as he was about to connect his lips with mine, I grabbed a handful of flour from the side and throw it at his face.

He paused for a moment and glared at me before grabbing some flour from the side with a smirk plastered across his lips. I squealed and ran away but he caught me by my waist, pulling me to his hard chest.

Then he threw the flour at me with a giant smile on
his handsome face. He's lucky I love him.

"Ace Gonzales Del Rosso!" I huffed, shaking the flour off my head.

"You started it, mi amor." He scoffs then has the fucking audacity to ruffle his hair so now all of the flour that was on him is now on me.

"I look like casper the ghost." I groan, glaring at him.

"Comunque è ancora una bella ragazza." He says, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the tip of my now pink nose.

(Still a pretty girl though)

The way he speaks Italian has me feeling some type of way. So smooth and fluent.

A smile grazes my lips as I get rid of the flour in his hair and on his face. Once I'm done, I trail my fingers through the back of his hair and bring his face down to mine. He moves his hands down to my ass and kisses me slowly. Like he was savouring this moment just like I was.

I peck his lips and pull away from him. I take the cupcakes out of the oven and sit myself on top of the kitchen counter.

"Come here." I say quietly.

He walks over to me and stands in between my legs, slipping his hand under my shirt as he rubs my back soothingly. Goosebumps crawl along my body when his ice cold rings made contact with my skin.

I grab a cupcake from the side and break a piece off before putting it to his mouth.

He looks at it and asks, "What's in it?"

"Strawberries." I state nonchalantly. His eyes grow wide and I burst out into laughter. So gullible. "I'm joking, love. It's just chocolate."

His gaze turns into a glare and pinches my inner thigh playfully, making me jerk back slightly. "Jackass." He mutters.

I shake my head, smiling as we share the rest of the cupcake. I put the rest of them away for later and get off the counter.

"Can you do a favour for me?" He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist as I wrap mine around his neck.

"Sure."

He grabs a pen and a piece of paper from the side and puts them on the counter next to us. "Show me what your dream house would look like."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Why?" I ask skeptically.

"No reason." He shakes his head and sits on the barstool.

"Okay." I drag out, picking up the pen and leaning my forearms against the counter as I start sketching.

He rests his hand under his sharp jaw and quietly watches me with a small smile. I look up at him to find that he was already gazing at me. When we make eye contact, he brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The gesture was so small yet it had my insides lighting on fire.

I peck his lips and continue drawing. He places his hands on my hips and gently pulls me down onto his lap. He rests his chin on my shoulder and watches me draw.

I occasionally ask him to draw some things for me because I'm shit at art. And to my surprise, my husband is an artist.

"Since when were you an artist?" I ask, gaping at him.

"That's nothing." He chuckles, shaking his head.

I grab a new piece of paper and hand him the pen. "Draw me a turtle."

"A turtle?" He raises an eyebrow then smiles slightly when I nod my head. "The things I do for you, amore." He mutters as he starts drawing on the paper.

I lean my head back against his shoulder and watch him draw. I kinda forgot he's left handed.

He puts the pen down once he's finished and kisses the top of my head, handing me the piece of paper as I grin. I take it off him and kiss his cheek as a thank you.

"Back to this." He says, putting the house blueprint back in front of me.

For the rest of the night we designed our dream house together.

xXx

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Del Rosso." One of Ace's business associates says, shaking my hand with a smile.

This bitch dragged me out of bed just to come to this shit show. We were at a dinner party that he hosted. Men brought their wives and girlfriends. Others brought their mistresses.

"You too." I reply, smiling slightly. Once he was gone, I grimace and sanitise my hands as I look around the room for my man.

I spot him talking to a group of men around a table. A glass of whiskey in his tatted hand, his expensive black tuxedo ironed to perfection, his messy brunette hair lapped over his forehead and his diamond earrings glistened under the room lighting.

I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck, gaining his attention. He bends his head down a little so he could hear me better over the loud chattering around us and places his hand on my lower back. I let him know I'm going to use the restroom so he nods his heads and pecks my cheek.

I walk away from him and head towards the restroom. Once I get in there, I reapply my lipstick in the mirror. In all honesty, I didn't really need to use the bathroom. I just wanted a break because socialising is not my cup of tea.

After I'm done, I walk out and grin when I see leaning against the wall waiting for me. My grin soon drops the closer I get to him, seeing some random bitch with her hands all over my husband who is visibly uncomfortable.

"If you have a wife then where is she?" She says with a smirk as she trails her finger down his chest.

Hell no.

I take my heels off and launch it at her head, making her groan. "Here she is." I smile sarcastically when we make eye contact.

"I don't see a ring on his finger." She scoffs, glaring at me.

"Take your hands off my man." I warn her calmly.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins when she stepped up to me, getting all up in my face with her disgusting ass breath.

"Or what?" She smirks, crossing her arms over my chest.

I chuckle humourlessly."You should know better than to go after a married man. Or are you just a whore?"

After I said those words, she punches my damn jaw and my face twists to the side slightly. I let out a small laugh and make eye contact with Ace, who nods his head.

I tie my hair up into a ponytail.

Before she has the chance to reply to me, I punch her jaw, sending her straight to the floor with a scream. I get on top of her and continue punching her until her blood was on my hands.

"Woah! What the fuck is going on here?" I hear a man yell.

"Touch her and I swear to God!" I hear Ace say.

"Then get your bitch off my girlfriend or else!" The guy threatens.

"Or else what? 'Cause that ain't gonna stop her." Ace retorts.

I pull her hair and punch her repeatedly, smirking as her cries fill my ears.

"She's done." I say, getting of her and wiping my bloody nose with the back of my hand. I wipe the blood off my hands with her dress, smirking at her fucked up face.

"Show your face here again and I promise it'll be the last thing you do." Ace seethes, shooting the guy a cold glare.

And with that they both leave. For good.

"Lets go, amore." He says, grabbing my hand gently and leading me away from the crowd. 

We make it outside. The cold, night air blows against my skin as we walk over to where our car is parked. He opens the door for me and then closes it once I'm inside. His cologne fills my nose as he gets in from the driver side.

"Are you hurt?" He asks, holding the sides of my head as his eyes search me. I shake my head and he sighs, intertwining his hand with mine. "You're crazy woman." He mutters, taking out a first aid kit from the glove compartment.

"She was pissing me off." I grumble, breathing in a sigh of relief when he starts cleaning up my red knuckles.

He kisses my temple and leans his forehead against mine as a smile takes over his lips. "I rather watch those shitty cartoons with you at home than come to another one of these shit shows." He mumbles.

I sigh and close my eyes. "You and me both."