Chapter 75: I Am Bored, Entertain Me

Chapter 75: I Am Bored, Entertain Me

Luciano

I walked out of the closet and folded my arms as I stood by the foot of the bed, try to figure out what to do. I didn't want to wake her up which means I had to wait until later to change the sheets. An idea popped into my head and to be honest, I thought it was rather smart. I stepped into the bathroom to fetch a towel which I placed on the stain so that way, the blood wouldn't get on her more than it already had.

But her panties were still all bloody, I thought to myself and my hand lifted to scratch my head. I had to wake her up, I walked to her side and crouched down, putting one hand on her waist.

“Abigail?” I called but no response.

“You have to wake up.” I shook her lightly and succeeded in waking her up.

“What?” She groaned, itching her eyes before opening them to look at me.

“You have gotten your period.” I said and she sat up and turned out to look at the mattress, her lips parting to let out a gasp. I bet it looked worse than it was.

“Oh, no. I am so sorry, I have ruined your bed.” She said and I sat beside her, planted a hand on her bare thigh.

“It is okay, don't worry about it.”

“But it will leave a stain.” She looked at me and I could see how truly concerned she was. I gathered her out of the bed and grabbed her hand.

“Baby girl, it doesn't matter. I don't care about that as long as you are okay.” I said and led her to the bathroom.

“Are you sure? I had forgotten that..”

“Stop,” I cupped her face.

“I am not mad at you, just get in the shower and I will make us some food, okay?” She smiled up at me while nodding her head and reached up to kiss my lips.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

I smiled back and left her alone to relax for a bit. I didn't want her to feel ashamed for having something that was so natural as her period. The maid had been here before we woke up and when I opened the fridge, it was stacked with newly bought groceries. I could always tell them to do each meal as well but while we were home, I had no problem in doing it myself and I didn't want a bunch of people running around. The guards were essential to be here at all times but the maids were not. While I was finishing up with the pancakes, I heard light steps enter the kitchen and I heard her inhale the scent of breakfast and smiled at her over my shoulder before returning my attention forward.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“You have no idea.” She said, making me chuckle.

I finished putting the food on the plates and she took a seat on the chairs by the kitchen island. I sat down and began eating until I felt someone grab my arm. When I looked at her, she stood there with a tiny pout.

“What is wrong?” I frowned, looking her up and down for any signs of her being hurt.

“Open,” she said, pulling my arm away from resting on the table.

I did what she said and she took a seat on my lap, starting to eat her food. I kissed her shoulder and placed one hand around her waist. If she got like this every time she was on her period, I had absolutely no problem with her making my bed look like the aftermath of a mascara every time. When we were done eating, she spoke with her mother on the phone in the living room, snuggled up underneath a blanket. I decided to catch up on some work and walked up to my office and continued down the hall on the third floor and entered my office. I actually had a lot to do today, I had to make some calls to a couple of my clients both regular business and my drug business

It took almost five hours until I was done with my work, going downstairs to check up on Abigail from time to time. Ambrose has been here with Oliver and Dale earlier, helping me with a couple of things regarding some work. I sighed in my chair and dragged my hands across my face, it wasn't an easy job being both a mafia Don and a businessman. Apart from the intense work, it was all worth it though, the money flooded in like trash towards the coast. Suddenly, I heard the door open which made me dart my eyes to the sound, Abigail stepped in carefully with a look that I couldn't read painted on her face. When she walked closer, I leaned back and folded my arms across my chest. She had changed into some sweet shorts and a tank top. I followed her every movement as she made her way over to me and when she reached me, she straddled my lap. My hands took a hold of her hips

“What are you doing, angel?” I asked, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I am bored, entertain me.” she smirked, her fingers playing with the button of my shirt.

My eyebrows raised at the hidden meaning behind her words. Earlier when I came down to check up on her, she had been in the kitchen and I had walked behind her, started kissing her neck and when I pulled her close enough so that her ass was pressed against my crotch, she had said did didn't want to have sex while she was on her period and I respected that. But now, she was here, the arousal obvious enough to be smelled in the air. She kept unbuttoning my shirt, leaving my chest on display and her gaze fell to appreciate the skin. Her hands grazed over my defend muscles, she leaned forward to place an annoyingly soft kiss on my shoulder, throat and chest.

“I thought you didn't want to do anything?” I asked, the corner of my lip tilting up.

She pulled back to look at my face, her hands moved to my jaw and tracing the outline of the sharp bone with the tip of her fingers.

“I still want to do something?” She said softly, hovering above my lips. I cocked a brow and squeezed her waist.

“And what is that?” I asked.

She stayed silent but her hands dropped to my crotch where she fiddled with my belt. She stood up and went down on her knees in front of me and I automatically widened my legs as she positioned herself right by my growing erection. I clench my jaw when I figured out what she had in mind but I didn't want her to feel forced to pleasure me.

“Baby girl, you don't have to..”

“I want to.” She cut me off.

When she had succeeded in zipping down my pants, she looked up at me, her eyes glinting with lust. I held our gaze while her hands wrapped around my díck tightly, making me hiss out. It twitched in her hand, desperate to be pleased, to feel the warmth of her mouth