Denise turned to see who that female voice belonged to, only to discover a stunning woman standing in front of her.
She was blonde and had beautiful dark grey eyes. She was dressed in a lingerie top and blue boyfriend jeans. "F*ck who is she?" As wondered as she cast a puzzled glance at Mike. "Was he playing a joke on me?" she wondered again.
When Mike turned around and saw her, he left her side, rushed over to her, and hugged her tightly. "What the hell is going on? I don't understand anything. Is he trying to cheat in front of me, I'm his wife!?" she exclaimed to herself, giving them a death glare secretly. "Of course, I'm not jealous; why would I be? I hate him so much and this will not change, but it's just curiosity or whatever it is," she rolled her eyes.
"God, I missed you so much, Mikey," the woman exclaimed. "She's his mistress!" she thought to herself as she furrowed her brow at them. She was still standing there as if she didn't know what she was doing. When Mike had finished hugging the woman. He smiled and chuckled at her.
"Ah, Mikey, who is she?" the woman inquired, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Oh, f*ck! I almost forgot. I'm sorry, love. Claire this is my wife, my everything, Denise," Mike explained as he introduced her to the woman.
"W-wife?? h-how come I didn't know you got married? A-are you joking at me Mikey?" she asked, startled by her expression. Denise gave her a sidelong glance and cleared her throat.
"Ah, Miss, my husband isn't joking; I'm legally his wife," she said, forcing a smile and showing Claire her wedding ring on her hand as Mike widen his eyes since he didn't expect Denise will acknowledge him as her husband.
"Mikey—"
"I'm not joking, Claire, she's the girl I'm always mentioning to you; she's my wife now," Mike exclaimed happily.
"I see, good for both of you then," Claire said, noticing Denise's fake smile at her.
"Something fishy to this b*tch!" Denise exclaimed to herself.
"Ah, wifey, this is Claire, she's one of my assassins," Mike said to her as he introduced Claire to her.
Denise's eyes widened when she heard him. "So she's a murderer as well," she mumbled, noticing Claire raise her eyebrows at her. Anyway, she tried to be polite and started talking to her.
"Nice to meet you Claire—" she began but didn't finish her sentence before being crushed in a bone-crushing hug. She wrapped her arms around her.
"I don't care if you're his wife, but based on what he told me, you don't like him, right? So better behave, I'm going to have him instead," Claire said to her after breaking the hug and pretending to smile at her.
"Oh, it's so good to see you again," Claire said as she smiled at Mike.
"F*ck this b*tch!" mumbled Denise, rolling her eyes inwardly.
"Thank you for coming, Claire," Mike said with a smile, and Claire smiled seductively back.
"No problem, Mikey. It's your special day, and I should be there," Claire said, looking at Denise.
"Mike's special day?" Denise inquired, perplexed.
"Oh, you didn't know it was your husband's birthday?" Claire remarked sarcastically.
"Oh, f*ck, I almost forgot about that," she sighed.
"I understand," Mike said, "it's okay, my princess."
"We have a vacant guest room, go freshen up, I'm sure you're tired, maybe get some rest until dinner time," he suggested to Claire.
"Yeah, you're right Mikey. I'm so tired from the flight plus I didn't sleep yesterday." Claire explained nodding then turned to her.
"I'm so sure we're going to be g0od
friends," Claire said.
" Me too," Denise smiled lightly and she smiled too before going upstairs.
" Come on, my princess let's continue our movie," Mike said while giving his hand out to her to take it. She nodded and went with him to our previous seat. She was placed once again on his lap.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked quietly.
"Sure my princess anything," he said. Denise then swallows hard. "F*ck, should I ask him about this?" she asked herself.
"What?? asked me now. What it is?" Mike asked as he smiled at her.
"D-do y-you like that Claire?" she shuttered a little and immediately looked away.
"F*ck! what's make you think about that, my princess? I didn't like her, my love. Because you're the only woman in my life. You are my everything, Denise no one else," Mike said as he kissed her forehead. She then blushed when she heard it.
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"I'm gonna kill that b*tch! She's getting to my Nerves," she said.
"It is so obvious that b*tch didn't want anyone to take her place," she rolled her eyes.
"I'm the one who save him when she left him. I'm the one who always takes good care of him when he's injured. Why would he still choose that girl that didn't even know his worth," she mumbled as she gave her a death glare before she do back to her room.
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"Denise, I missed you girl," Samantha said as she hugged her.
"Thank God you're here," Denise said as she sighed.
"Why? is there something wrong? Did you two fight again?" Samantha asked worriedly.
"Do you know that girl named Claire?" Denise said.
"Yeah, I know that b*tch," Samantha said quietly.
"You hate her too?" Denise asked happily.
"Yeah, that girl is a slut almost all of the men in the mafia group is her ex-boyfriend and she became a mistress. I'm just thankful that Ronnie is so crazy in love with me and he didn't fall to that b*tch," Samantha explained as she rolled her eyes.
"But.."
"But?? what?? tell me," Denise asked hurriedly.
"I already sense it from the very start since she joined the group. I think, no I'm sure that she likes your husband. The way she stared and talk to him it's so f*cking irritating. She talk like a slut trying to seduce your husband every time she was closed to him. So if I were you I'm going punch that b*tch," Samantha said.
"Yeah I know already see how he looked and talked with my husband," Denise replied.
"Wait? did I hear it right? your husband?" Samantha laughed.
"So, finally. You acknowledge him as your husband, huh, so this chit-chat is about your jelly jealous," Samantha teased her.
"No! I-I'm not jealous!" Denise exclaimed.
"Denise you're too obvious," Samantha said as she tapped her shoulder.
"Better fight your love for him than to regret it," Samantha added before she left her dumbfounded.