The Mob Queen Wants to Claim Me for Herself (In a Reverse World)

Chapter 5: Please Stop Going Beast Mode In The Discord

The morning sun filtering through the curtains feels warm on my face as I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Claire get ready for work.

I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness as I watch her. Last night was incredible, hours of passionate lovemaking that left us both breathless and exhausted. But now, in the harsh light of day, I’m reminded of the strange situation I’ve found myself in. This woman, my supposed wife, is still essentially a stranger to me.

“I’m gonna miss you,” I say softly, the words feeling both true and false at the same time.

Claire pauses, her hand hovering over her collar. She turns to me, a gentle smile playing on her lips. As she unpops her collar, she says, “Honey, you’re still recovering. Why don’t you go back to bed?”

“I don’t feel tired.” I say.

Her eyes sparkle with a mixture of affection and concern. “You were insatiable last night,” she adds, a hint of pride in her voice. “I’ve never felt so wanted before.”

I feel heat rising to my cheeks, memories of our passionate night flooding back. “Yeah, it was... intense.”

Claire’s smile widens, a mischievous glint in her eye. “It certainly was,” she purrs. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Claire finishes buttoning her blouse and smooths out the fabric, her movements precise and practiced. She turns to me, her warm brown eyes

I glance over at Veronica’s yard, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Smart woman. She probably retreated inside the moment Cat pulled up, sensing the dangerous undercurrents in the air.

With heavy steps, I trudge back toward my house, my earlier enthusiasm for exploration completely evaporated. I go back into the house.

The silence inside is oppressive, pressing against my eardrums like cotton wool. I stand in the entryway for a long moment, listening to the soft hum of the refrigerator, the distant tick of a clock from somewhere deeper in the house.

“I’m just gonna go watch YouTube in bed or something,” I announce to the empty house, my voice sounding hollow and strange in the stillness. “The day’s a total wash at this point.”