Arranged Dominant Love novel Chapter 30

Arielle

I put the meat to grill in the oven and then sliced some greenish for salads. I have Riccardo to shut his mouth, I don't want him to tell Antonio that I am cooking him dinner. I would wait till dusk then when he will be here I will pretend to eat then offer him some. If I don't act, I know how my husband is. He will be pissed off.

"Do you really think this will work?" Riccardo asks as he leans his hand on the bar island.

"If only you'll keep your mouth shut."

He laught dryly, "you know Mr. Giordano needs an update about you after each minute." He gazes at me and my brows stitches together.

"What do you mean?" I lean my hand of the island bar and stare Riccardo who is on the other side. "What is your job like?" I question him.

"Mr. Giordano needs an update about you approximately seven to eight times in a day." He explains.

"Like what?"

"What you are doing. Are you sleeping or not. Which time we came home from shopping and if you are not planning on escaping." Riccardo laugh.

Taking the lettuce from the basket I throw it toward him and it actually hit him before he caught it.

"I'm going to tell him you throw a lettuce at me too." He winks at me.

"Riccardo. Stop messing with me!" I shout. A grin escapes my lips. He is funny.

"I'm not messing with you." He lifts his brows then places the lettuce in the basket.

"You are being hilarious." I laugh then continue to the lettuce for salad. "Are you friendly with Antonio?"

He sighs then nods his head, "yeah." He glances at me. "I told you he means a lot to me."

"Do you both have a history together?"

A glint appears on his eyes and he nods, "my job was not a bodyguard. I used to be Antonio's right hand man. We trust each other."

Throwing a glance at him I half smile, "would you give your life for him if you'll have to?"

"Of course I would." He says with seriousness on his face and he sounds promising.

"How did you meet Antonio. Like in what kind of situation?"

"You should ask him someday." He smirks at me.

"I will." I nod my head. "I have the rights to know the man who guards me twenty four seven. The man who have every updates of my daily schedule." I mumble in a mocking tone.

"Now you are the one messing with me." He rolls his eyes.

"Oh. No I'm not. You are my friend, Riccardo. You should get use of my silliness now." I let out a laugh.

"You are not silly at all."

"Who am I then?"

"A cute lady who is fighting the core of her life in order to earn the love of her husband."

I watch him with an expressionless face. "He would never love me." I frown.

"Give him time. He is capable of love. One day he will fall for you then remember the words I told you."

"You will be here to witness it."

He shakes his head with a painful smile, "death is always sudden. Even when it isn't." He states. "You are an amazing person, Arielle. Never underestimate the hidden strength you have-someday you will have to fight back."

"Thanks for telling me about my hidden strength."

"I've seen the monster in you." He mutters in an amusing tone.

"What do you mean?" I raise my brows.

"I've seen how strong you are when picked that lettuce from the basket and threw it on me." He points at the basket.

"What's going on?" He asks coldly with knits brows.

Riccardo shrugs and I repeat his action. "I don't know, ask your wife." Ric says while glancing at me.

"Arielle?" Antonio gazes at me.

"I don't know, asks Riccardo." I giggle silently and Riccardo looks at me with his lips pressed together.

Antonio shakes his head. "Haven't you ate?" He looks at the empty plates on the table.

"I wasn't hungry." I mumble.

"Its the middle in the night and you haven't eaten anything?" His eyes locks with mine.

"Yeah. Let's have supper. If you are hungry you can join." I say and Riccardo watches me with a smirk on his lips, I prevent myself from smiling otherwise Antonio would suspect us.

"Sure." Antonio pulls out the chair and settles on the chair.

Riccardo makes his way toward the stairs and vanishes upstairs. Taking the grilled meat from the oven I places it on Antonio's plate then to mine, I serve him salads then I sit on my place next to Antonio.

"Thanks for making me dinner." He says then lifted his fork and knife from the table.

"Thank you." I whisper.

I am starving. We eat our meal in silence. After finishing his meal, Antonio walks to the bar and grabs a bottle of wine and comes back to the table. Loosening his tie then be unbuttoned the two upper buttons on his shirt, he is still wearing the black suit and he looks hot.

He picks my glass and pours wine in it then places it front of me. I whisper a thank you before taking a sip from my glass. Antonio drinks the entire wine in one sip.

Antonio glances at me with clenched jaw and his eyes indicates grieves-hatred. I make the urge to break our eye contact but can't.

"Don't wait for me to have dinner next time." Standing up he picks up his empty plate and walks to the basin. He throws it in rage which causes the plate to break on the basin. "Don't clean it. You might hurt yourself, I'll do it." He utters in a coarse voice.

I'm left startled. What is wrong with him?