Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

          "Are you fucking kidding me? That little annoying creature is coming with us?" Georgina rolled her eyes and was about to smack my head, but her palm landed on my shoulder. 

She's not too short, really.

"He's going to miss me, babe." My wife whined, glaring at me. And when she does that, I'm smitten all the more. She's just so irresistible, but I can't compete with Fica! For sure, he'll take all the attention again. 

"He can live," I grimly retort with sarcasm, folding my hands on my chest.

We are at nonna's mansion and just preparing to leave tonight to Paris for our honeymoon and then to London, and all over Europe for two months. I already got a headache, after my wife doesn't want to make love with me. And now, here's this little cockblocker is coming with us! 

"Oh, chiudere il mio culo" (Oh, shut my ass.) 

Her sweet face suddenly morphs into like Fica when he is mad. "It's going to be a long honeymoon and I'm sure, I'm gonna miss him-"

A knocking on the door interrupted us. Our head synchronically whipped to the door. Nonna's head peeks through the door, smiling enthusiastically. "Can I borrow Georgina for a bit?"

I groaned. Not again. I already have Fica, now there's my Nonna or Nonno. Oh, God, how many cockblocker do we need?

Georgina gave me a warning look and I knew she wants me to be polite to her, but damn, I'm already beyond pissed. She better makes it up to me as soon as we landed in Paris. My eyes landed to Fica who was barking now with excitement. Looks like this little mutt understand what's going on. My eyes turn slits as I watch him.

Is it good if I'll make him into a stew? FICA STEW,  maybe? I look back to my grandma who was smiling brightly. Frustrations are now killing me. My hands drop and rested on my hips, trying to calm my temper, but it was hard, especially when you are deprived (you know what I mean?). "Ten minutes," I glared at her. Honestly, the more she gets older, the more she gets annoying. 

Nonna raises her eyebrow, challenging me. "You are going to have her by yourself for two months, figlio. What is an hour for not seeing her?" then, she rolled her eyes. Yes, I am. I supposed to have her myself, but this little mutt has to come. And now, her attention would be divided between us, but I kept it myself.

I clenched my jaw and I'm feeling this mixed emotions of anger. Nonna saw it I guess, that she just raises her hands in silent surrender. 

"Fine, half hour." Nonna negotiated and I grunted in disapproval. Seriously, can't she get it? I don't even want her to take her even a single second. I'm just being polite to her, as a matter of fact. 

"Ten minutes, or leave us alone, nonna!" I declared firmly. I'm done with her. 

"I'll follow you in a minute, nonna. I just want a word with this big Fica!" My eyebrow cocked up. And then her last word descended in my penis, I mean brain. 

"Say what?" She called me Fica. She didn't say respond as she watches nonna disappear from the door. Then, she turns to face me. 

"And you," she walks closer to me until a few inches away and stops. Her index finger pokes in my chest. With just that, I felt like I was set on fire. And in addition, to my torture, her tantalizing and stimulating smell assaulted my nose, traveling to my deprived system, and like taunting my cock, making it harder. Fuck it! I was holding myself not to yank her. She was blabbering things, but none reaches my brain since my brain are already clogged with all this erratic thoughts, things I want to do with her. Her naturally red lips are moving, and I imagined my cock inside it, with those luscious lips latching around it, stroking it. 

Oh, fuck! I look heavenward to calm my raging desire. The temperature inside the room feels so hot, and I felt my pre-cum seeping from me, damping the garments underneath my crotch. 

"Marco!" I heard her irritated voice calling me, dragging me out of my erratic reverie.

I quickly look into her eyes, and they are on fire. If only looks can kill, probably I'm ashes now. "Are you listening to me?" shooting me a dagger look, she crosses her hands on her chest, and her chest popped up, making it look bigger and firmer. 

God, dammit! What is she doing to me?

"Yes, Cara mia. I'm all ears." I plastered a sweet smile in my face, but I knew it turned out a grimace. Gosh, it's so hard to pretend you're at it when your head was flooded with different sex positions. 

Why is she so beautiful and it's hard to resist her. I'm not surprised if she's carrying triplets if I won't use any condoms. I smiled at that wicked thoughts. I heard her snaps her fingers and I quickly gave her my attention. She was now beyond pissed. Her well-defined eyebrows, which she just had it thread yesterday was now knitted together, forming a crease line on her forehead. 

I need to give her my full attention before she'll change her mind. I have two months to ravish her. As soon as the plane landed in Paris, I will not let her go out from our suite door until she can't walk. The thought excites me.

I was grinning unconsciously.

 "You better give me a valid reason not to bring Little Marco, or you go alone to Paris and have the honeymoon yourself!" 

What?

I tried to think of any reason. "Ah-", but my head was a blur, fumbling for words to justified myself. I close my mouth and clenched my jaws. Fuck the world, I can't think of anything. What's happening to me?

"Good. Now stop whining and stop cursing! Our baby," then she rubs her slightly protruded bump, "can hear it." Her grim face is now faded and a bright sparkling eye was looking down on her bump. My temper suddenly washes away as the thought of our baby. I quickly squatted and kiss her bump with my hand around her. 

"I'm sorry, baby. Daddy loves you so much, but mommy doesn't love daddy!" I playfully whined, and I felt Georgina's hand landed on the top of my head. When I look up, she shot me a dagger look. 

Alright, this hormone of hers is just annoying now. She turns into a tiger, but I can't argue much with her. She's pregnant. That's the perks of being pregnant.

Why don't you get pregnant too, ass, so you can do whatever you want, whenever your penis calls! there again, my annoying conscience, and now it's being sarcastic. 

I stood up and my hands glided upwards, simultaneously. "Nice try, babe." Her husky drawl almost brought me to the edge. Her summer dress that only reaches her knees were already a torture to me. "I'm going to see nonna now. Please do continue packing, and don't you ever dare to jerk off! Save that sperm for me!" She winks and my eyes widened. 

Before I could kiss her with frustrations, she already storms off, chuckling. "You're a tease, CARA MIA!" My voice rising as I watch her sexy back leaving the door. 

FUCK! I hissed and my eyes scanned all the clothes lying on the bed. Two luggage were on the floor, half full. Fica was lying comfortably beside one of the luggage. I stared at him. He's cute, adorable, but he takes a lot of attention of my wife. I grimaced. "You are not going, Fica." I told him and the little mutt looks at me and then bark.

"Really? You understand what I'm saying?" I rested my hands on my waist, glaring at him. Honestly, I'm going crazy here. Why am I talking to a dog?

I imagined myself being on a newspaper. "Italian Tycoon, Sex-Deprived and Lost his mind, talking to a dog."  I quickly erase it and decided to continue packing. 

I can't believe I have to go through this. My secretary does these things to me. I have people to do these things to me. Shaking my head with disbelief, I quickly scoop all the garments sitting on the bed and tossed it inside the luggage. It fills both luggage quickly. I wonder how did she fit those tons of clothing in the luggage almost double the amount of clothing I just put in, and it only fit half of the luggage. 

There's what they call it, folding, smartypants! my conscience nags.

Huffing with frustrations and irritations, I pick the clothes back and lay them on the bed. Then, I start folding each one, and I don't know how long I was trying to fold one of her dress when I heard her footsteps coming. 

"FUCK IT!" I threw the dress on the luggage, frustrated. Seriously, I can't even figure it out how to fold a dress neatly.

"What happened?" I heard my wife and when I look at her, her eyes landed on the dress I just tossed inside her luggage and she grimaced before she burst out laughing.

"You're hopeless." She quickly walk to my side and picks up the dress I just tossed in and showed me how to fold before rolling it, making it look smaller and squeeze it on one corner of the luggage. It didn't take her minute to do it. 

And it looks so easy. 

"Why are you so pissed?" She stood up and curled her hands around my neck. There, my wife is back. My eyes sparkled for sure as I encircled my hands around her waist. 

"Hm.. let me think," I playfully grinned at her. 

"Are you sexually deprived, my husband?" Her palms glided down to my chest and trace it in a circular motion. It didn't take seconds for my cock gets to life, ragingly erected. 

"Very, wife." I said huskily, my strained voice says it all. My breathing became erratic, as my eyes rested on her luscious lips. 

"Can't wait for Paris, huh?" She teased.

"I can't, cara. I can't," then my lips descended to hers. It was a soft, feathery kisses, and I thought I'd exploded. She giggled as I gave her soft kisses. Her hands curled around my neck. 

"I'll give in unless you agreed, Fica can come with us?" She negotiated between kisses. I pulled my lips away and looks at her. I can't believe she just pulled this stunts. Honestly, my wife is becoming a businesswoman, a negotiator.

She stared into my eyes and I stared into her cobalt blue eyes, those mesmerizing eyes that first stolen my heart. It was the most, gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen. Very expressive. I always feel like hypnotizing me as I stared into the depth of it.

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Georgina Ricci Massaretti's POV

 Mrs. Massaretti. I like the sounds of it. I can't believe I'm married to this man now. This short temper guy in front of me. This insufferable man I've ever come across with, and who happens to stole my heart the moment he walks into my life. 

He has the coldest, yet sweet eyes that always turns my insides into jelly once I stared into its depth. He was beyond gorgeous, a perfection, and yet, he was mine. He is mine.

My smile withered when I heard him. He groaned in frustrations. He's already irritated, no, not irritated, infuriated is the best description.

His distorted face, knotted brows and few prominent crease lines on his forehead says it all. "Ten minutes," he flung his hands on his hips, face disgruntled. His nose probably flaring invisible smoke at the moment, like that locomotive train. 

Nonna raises her eyebrow. "You are going to have her by yourself for two months, figlio. What is an hour for not seeing her?" Nonna couldn't contain but rolled her eyes. Marco's face morphs grim and nonna raises her hands in surrender. Looks like Marco is not really in the mood now.

Guess why? He's been teasing me since we woke up, but I didn't give in. I wanted him to crave for me, all the more. I know, I'm being silly, and now, I'm under his sour mood. It's not like my first time, though. This is not the first time he's mad and I had to deal with it. 

"Fine, half hour." Nonna negotiated and Marco grunted. 

"Ten minutes, or leave us alone, nonna!" he said firmly and nonna glared at him. Oh God, really he's insufferable. 

"I'll follow you in a minute nonna. I just want a word with this big Fica!" I smiled at nonna sweetly then I watch her nodded with wide eyes but she didn't say anything at all and closes the door with her, obliging gladly. 

When I turn to face him, his eyes show worries. You better be, because since this morning we are packing and I told him that I will bring Little Marco, he had been whining like a kid and it's frustrating. My smile withered morphing involuntarily into an unimpressed face as I walk closer to him and stops right in front of him. "And you," I poke his chest with my index finger. "You had surpassed a girl with her PMS," I groaned and rolled my eyes. He was just staring at me with his eyes lusting over me. 

Honestly, I can't believe how much insatiable my husband is. "Marco, are you with me?" I glared at him, but he didn't respond. 

I let out a loud breath and then snaps my fingers right in front of his face to wakes him up and dragging him back to earth. I hope he's not dreaming about fucking me though it excites me. "Marco!" I yelled in frustrations. His eyes suddenly move and stared at me. "Are you listening to me?" I glared at him vehemently. Honestly, I don't like this mood swings I'm feeling.

"Yes, Cara mia. I'm all ears." He grimaced. "You better give me a valid reason not to bring Little Marco, or you go alone to Paris and have the honeymoon yourself!" I gave him my poker face. 

His eyes soften. He looks uncertain. "Ah-" His mouth opens, but he closes it after. Probably he couldn't find a better words to explain his side. 

"Good. Now stop whining and stop cursing! Our baby," my hand rub my small bump, "can hear it." Marco squats and kissed my belly as he rested his hands around me. 

"I'm sorry, baby. Daddy loves you so much, but mommy doesn't love daddy!" I smack his head lightly and he looks up and grinned mischievously. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

He stood up with his hands glided simultaneously upwards. "Nice try, babe." I raise my eyebrow and his grin widened. I know what he's thinking and I'm not ready to give in. Oh, I just love him... 

"I'm going to see nonna now. Please do continue packing, and don't you ever dare to jerk off! Save that sperm for me!" I wink at him and left. I heard him grunted and I chuckled loudly as I quickly dashed away. I heard him mumbling something, but I just chuckled it off.

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A/N: Here's the first bonus for their honeymoon.....

Hope you all like it.. I missed them that's why I wrote this..