The Mafia Son's Wife

Connecting the Dots

My mouth dropped when i saw Damon. I was so surprised I did not say anything. We were just starring at each other. He finally said, You're going to invite me in? Are you just going to leave me out here all night? I just opened the door wider and moved aside to let him in. I was thinking in my head: what are you doing? Why are you letting him in? He has a girlfriend and should not be at your house at this hour of the night. I took a deep breath and turned around to look at Damon and said What are you doing here? He looked at me and said. I told you, over conversation is not over. Now, who is he? His name is Richard, not that it is any of your business. How long have you been seeing him? Who I see has nothing to do with you. That does not answer my question. Damon barked angrily.

Damon asked, Are you sleeping with him? Who I sleep with is no concern of yours. I think you need to leave Damon. How dare you come to my home at this time of the night to ask me I am your possession? I don't answer you. What I do, where I go, who I spend my time with or sleep with is no business of yours. I am not leaving until you answer my questions. Then you leave me no choice, I will call the police. Go ahead, would you like me to dial the number for you? You are insufferable and insensitive. I picked up the phone and called Jerri. I put the call on speaker and asked him to come over to help me get rid of an intruder. Damon laughed when he heard what I said. Damon called out to Jerri and said she was just a little upset with me. We are working it out. He reached over and grabbed my phone, said goodbye to Jerri, turned it off and placed my phone in his pocket.

Damon looked at me and said Christi, talk to me. I have nothing to say to you. You have your life and I have mine. Why are you doing this? I just want to know what is going on with you and that guy. Why does it matter? You are acting like I'm cheating on you. You have changed so much, Christi. No Damon, you are the one who has changed. I thought we were friends. You stopped calling, texting and no more movie night or spontaneous lunch or dinners. I know, that is what happens when someone is in a relationship, or they are seeing someone. I get it. But I do not have to tell you everything that is going on in my life. Damon, kept looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. I just stopped talking and turned away from him. He reached for me and turned me to face him. Christi, I don't know what is happening. All I know is that I need you to tell me what your relationship is, your relationship with this guy. I don't need to tell you anything. Just get out.

My head hurts from going back and forth with Damon. I just don't understand what he is doing here. He is with Francesca. He has a girlfriend. Why is he here asking me all these questions about my personal life? I am so confused. Is he jealous? No, he can't be. He is just super possessive. Yes, that's it. But that still does not explain why? I wish I had my phone. I would call Jerri and allow him to listen in on our conversation so he can shed some light on this mysterious situation. I don't care what he says. I will not tell him what he wants to know. I was deep in thought when Damon snapped in fingers in front of my face to take me out of my trance.

I blinked my eyes several times and saw Damon looking at me. I said What! Look Christi, would you like me to find this guy and ask him yourself? You wouldn't. That is an invasion of privacy. I was looking at Christi, and thinking how beautiful she looked in that tight fitted dress that showed all her curves. She was naturally beautiful. Her pink lips, her pointy nose, her deep green eyes that can pierce the heart of any man. She was a vision. When I entered the restaurant and laid eyes on Christi and saw she was with a man, my blood began to boil. What was she doing with her man? How long was she seeing him? Is she sleeping with him? The more these questions lingered in my head, the hotter my blood boiled. The thought of another man laying his hands on her, kissing her, making love to her drives me sane. Why is this bothering me so much? Why am I feeling this way? What the hell is wrong with me? I can have any woman I want. Why am I here making a big deal about Christi and some guy? Get a grip, Damon, just leave, go to the club, there are lots of women that will make you forget about this girl. My phone rang and pulled me out of my daydream. It was Francesca.

Damon looked at his phone and looked at Christi and said. I have to go. He walked outside and did not answer the call. He went to his car and drove straight home. On his way, he was playing back everything that had happened from the first time he met Christi and when things changed between the two of them. Then he remembered. They were having dinner when Francesca approached their table, and she has been by his side ever since. He recalled telling Christi he would call to check up on her because she left dinner early. She said she was not feeling well, and he never did. Vince told him when he went to The Galleria the next day to shop with Francesca that Christi saw him, and she did not look happy. "He said she looked devastated, and she was crying." What does this mean? He said to.

Damon arrived home and went to his room. He took a shower and put a pair of boxers on and jumped into bed. He could not sleep, he tossed and turned, thinking about Christi and what Vince told him, how she was crying when she saw Francesca and him together shopping. How her eyes looked sad when she was leaving the restaurant after meeting Francesca that first time and again tonight at dinner. Damon could not understand what was going on. I am the CEO of a multi-billion company and something as simple as this I cannot figure out. The next morning there was a knock on his bedroom door. When he opened the door, he found his mom on the other side. She smiled and said You look awful. What is wrong, my boy? Tell your mother and she will make it all better. Damon answered and said. I am not five anymore, mom. She said it does not matter how old you are, you still need your mother and she can fix anything. Come, sit and tell me what the matter is.

Damon started from the beginning. The first encounter with Christi, until what happened last night leaving nothing out, including all the emotions that he had been feeling. His mom could not believe how clueless her son was. She slapped him across the head and said Figlio. (my son) you know nothing about girls. She rested her right hand on the left side of his face and said to him, You are in love, my son. What! No ma. It sounds like she is hurt. She explained to him in detail about his feelings and, needless to say, Damon was dumbstruck. You need to make things right. Go to her. Talk with her.