My Mafioso Boyfriend - Part 2 Read Free Page B

while my hand was massaging his
     cock, all because of a phone call. And then yesterday, the money that he had stashed
     all over my apartment. The money!
                  I jumped out of bed and went to my pantry, where I had watched him stash away one
     of the stacks of money. I reached way into the back and felt around until my hand
     close around it and then pulled it out for inspection. Crisp and clean and thick,
     and I fanned through the stack with my thumb. There had to have been at least twenty
     thousand dollars in that stack alone. I put the money back where I had found it and
     then paced across my apartment. All of it was just so strange. Still, he had had explanations
     for all of it, and I felt like a pretty crappy person for even doubting him, to be
     honest. Who was I to be so suspicious of him when he had treated me so nicely, minus
     a couple strange incidents that left me all alone on my couch and completely hot and
     bothered? I thought back to his perfect smile and decided that I owed it to him to
     at least give him the benefit of the doubt. The next time I see him, I thought, surely
     will be the time that none of this strange stuff happens. The next time I see him,
     everything will go perfectly. With that thought in mind, I started getting ready for
     work, and went about my boring day, glancing at my phone every now and then, waiting
     for the call.