A weekend affair episode 5

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Frankie couldn’t help being afraid, she was
married to a man she had just met. What was
supposed to be a weekend affair turned into a
marriage, one she did not want. And he refused
to let her go, using the threat of taking her
grandmother’s home away. What did she know
about Ricco? Nothing except that he was Italian
and a billionaire. How he made his money she
had no idea, truth was that was all she knew
about her new husband, and how was she to
explain about her marriage to her grandmother.
Ricco took her hand to get her attention, giving
it a k!ss. “What are you thinking about?”
“How I’m going to explain you to my
grandmother. And also that I know nothing
about you. Why do you insist on keeping me
as your wife?” she said as she pu-ll-ed her hand
out of his.
He sighed in frustration. “Why must we go
throu-gh this again? I told you I want you for
myself, I will not allow you to be t©uçhed by
another man.”
She scowled at him. “That is no reason to
marry.”
“It’s as good as any. But I suppose you are
one of those who believes in love and
marriage. You could grow to love me.” He
placed his hand on her leg, moving it up
between her th!ghs.
“Ricco st©p it. You’re forcing me to stay
married to you, but I won’t sleep with you,” she
said, moving his hand off her leg.
He snarled, “I am a man and have needs, you
are my wife. Therefore you will surrender to
me, it’s your wifely duty. I will give you a few
days to get adjusted to being my wife. But I
warn you, do not take too long.”
Seeing the savagery in his eyes she bec@m£
frightened. Would he f0rç£ himself on her if
she refused him? After all, she didn’t know
what his temper was like, how far could she
push him before he snapped.
“We have to go and see my grandmother. I
need to tell her about you before she finds out
from someone else,” Frankie said nervously.
Ricco leaned back. “We will go after we get
settled into our home.”
A car was waiting for them when the plane
landed, driving them to Ricco’s home. The car
st©pped and Ricco got out, opening the door
for Frankie. “We’re home, ” he announced.
When she stepped out and saw the house in
front of her she g@sped. “Oh my God, it’s
beautiful but so big Ricco.” She turned to look
at him. “How many people live here?”
“The cook and his wife, who does the cleaning,
the butler, but they live in the back half. And
myself of course, and now you. Come, let me
show you around.” Against her protests he held
her hand, refusing to let go.
Their bags were taken upstairs while he
showed her around. “This is the libr@ry and
doubles as my office. I like to sit in here and
re-ad, with the fireplace lit it is very cozy.”
He then showed her the rest of the house,
excluding the servants quarters. She was
feeling overwhelmed. It was so hvge she was
afraid she’d get lost walking around. It was all
so beautiful and tastefully decorated. And the
grounds outside was amazing, there was a
garden, an oversized pool. It was only steps
away from the beach.
Ricco smiled. “Now I will show you our
be-droom.”
She walked nervously beside him as he held
her hand up the winding staircase. P@ssing
several doors he finally st©pped, turning the
handle, held the door for her to go throu-gh
first.
It was like walking into a fancy h0tel suite.
Thick carpets wall to wall, two giant walk-in
closets, a small living room with a sofa and
two chairs, a TV. A large balcony that
overlooked the beach. The bathroom was fit
for a king, it had everything you could want.
And last but not least, the be-d, which she had
been trying to ignore. It was large, she had
never seen one this size before, it had to have
been custom made she thought.

Coming up behind her, putting his arms around
her w@!st nuzzled her n£¢k. “I see you looking
at the be-d. What say we try it out?”
pu-lling away from his grip gave him an icy
stare. “I told you I wasn’t having S-x with you.
And I was looking at it thinking good, it’s big
so we won’t have to l@yclose to each other.”
He rubbe-d his chin, clearly becoming impatient
with her. “The size is for having the room to
pl@yaround in. If I have to have it re-moved
and get a much smaller one I will. You will be
sleeping close to me.”
“When can we go to my grandmother’s?” she
asked.
He picked up the phone. “Charlie, have my car
brou-ght around.” He turned to her. “We can
leave now, should be there in a couple of
hours.”
When they arrived Frankie introduced her
grandmother to Ricco. “Grandma, this is Ricco
Santoro, he’s hum- my husband.”
The older woman stared at Frankie, then at
Ricco. “Husband, I didn’t even know you were
seeing anyone. How could you get married
without telling me?”
Seeing Frankie’s discomfort he jumped in on
the conversation. “Don’t be angry with Frankie
Mrs. Spencer. I’m afraid it’s all my fault. I
swept her off her feet and whisked her away. It
was all so sudden.”
It wasn’t long before Ricco had charmed the
older woman. And listening to them talk she
finally learned more about the stranger she had
married. His family lived back in Italy, his
mother p@ssed away several years back. He
had an older sister and a younger brother that
still lived with their father.
His family owned a wine business, the largest
in the world, ma-king them very rich. Ricco also
had invested p@rt of his share of wealth in real
estate and various other investments.
Mrs. Spencer insisted they stay for dinner.
While the women cooked Ricco walked
outside, looking around. Coming back in he
noticed the railing was loose. “Mrs. Spencer,
the railing on your front porch is very loose,
could be dangerous.”
“Yes dear, I’ve been meaning to get that fixed.”
“Well, if you have some nails and a hammer I
can do it for you,” he said as he re-moved his
jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
“You?” Frankie said, looking skeptical.
“Yes, me,” he replied.
By the time dinner was re-ady he was done
repairing the railing. Frankie was impressed
and thanked him. “I didn’t know you could do
that. I mean, with your money why would you?
But thank you for doing it for her.”
“Just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I don’t
know how to do manual labour. And if you
really want to show me your appreciation,” he
said, pu-lling her into his arms. “You can show
me when we get home.”
She pu-ll-ed away, being in his arms felt good,
too good. “St©p Ricco.”
Halfway throu-gh the meal a storm began, the
rain poured and the thun-der roared. Ricco
noticed how Frankie jumped, she was scared
of thun-der he realized.
“Lord, look at that rain coming down. You two
will have to spend the night, the bridge will be
flooded and it won’t be safe driving,” Mrs.
Spencer said, looking out the window.
Ricco gave Frankie a sm-irk. “Well honey, what
do you think?”
She ignored his calling her honey. “Grandma’s
right, it wouldn’t be safe going over the bridge
in this rain.” Just then there was thun-der and
she jumped, landing up against Ricco, he put
his arms around her, taking advantage of the
situation.
They were given Frankie’s old be-droom
upstairs, Mrs. Spencer sle-pt downstairs, due to
the fact that walking up and down stairs was
too h@rd for her.
Frankie was in be-d while Ricco took a shower.
Walking into the be-droom wearing the pj’s
Mrs. Spencer had given him to wear, which
had belonged to her late husband. Seeing him
Frankie covered her mouth and started
laughing.
They were way too small for him, the P@nts
were above his ankle, the t©p stretched so
ti-ghtly across his che-st.
He started taking them off. “This is crazy, I
can’t wear these, and as you know I sleep
nûd£.”
She st©pped laughing, the thought of him
sleeping so close in this tiny be-d scared her.
What if he tried something, her grandmother
might hear.
“What the hell is this you’re wearing?” he
asked, f!ngering the granny nightie.
“It’s grandma’s,” she said nervously.
“Well take it off,” he ordered.
“No.”
He gro-an ed and flopped down on his back.
“Fine, seeing we are in her home I won’t push
the issue. But don’t think that when we get
home you will be wearing this kind of
nightwear. I prefer you n-ked.”
“In your dreams,” she said and rolled over, her
back to him. She could feel the heat from his
b©dy, seeing that he was up against her,
bodies tou-ching. She was relieved that he
didn’t try having S-x with her and soon fell
asleep.
Waking up she found herself alone in be-d but
could smell the aroma of bacon and eggs
cooking from downstairs. Dressing and going
down found Ricco and her grandmother
standing over the stove, both cooking and
laughing.
Mrs. Spencer seeing Frankie smiled. “Good,
you’re awake dear. Ricco was showing me how
to make eggs benedict, try some.”
Frankie sat down, sipping on her coffee.
“What? You can cook too?” she asked Ricco.
He smiled as he placed a plate in front of her.
“Yup,” he answered.
After all the hvgs and k!sses they drove off,
heading back to the city. Reality hit her like a
wrecking ball, she was on her way to her new
home, with a man she had married after only
knowing him for a few days.

*TO BE CONTINUED*