Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 79: What He Wanted

“You can see him when he’s ready to see you,” he replied after a short moment where he seemed to consider my request seriously.

I could sense his discomfort once again when I mentioned Anthony, but I couldn’t quite make out the reason why. That didn’t matter to me at all as long as I got what I wanted. It was so hard for me to believe that after all that I had been through that he was finally granting my wishes. Even though his agreement to all my demands seemed to come with conditions of his own, I was more than happy that we had reached an agreement. It occurred to me then that Bradon might not be as heartless and as unreasonable as I had originally thought. For once in what felt like a very long time, there seemed to be a ray of hope and a rainbow in the dark and cloudy sky that I called my current life.

“Thank you...” I thanked him in a small mumble.

To my thanks, Bradon just nodded his head slowly once. I bit down on the inside of my lower lip as I wondered if it would be pushing him too far if I were to ask for just one more thing from him. It wasn’t like I had anything to lose by asking, and if I had to sleep with him anyways then I might as well get the most that I could out of it.

“There’s also something else that I want,” I blurted in a voice much louder than I had intended.

“What is it?” he asked without showing any signs that he was surprised.

I had no idea what made him suddenly pick up his listening skills, but I was thankful for it and also the attention that he seemed to be paying me.

“I...can’t tell you right now. When the time comes, I’ll let you know,” I said after making up my mind.

“I can’t agree to something when I don’t know what it is,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Fair enough. Let’s just say that it’ll be good enough if you would consider my request seriously when the time comes,” I replied before I found myself smiling quite naturally at him. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

“Is that all?” Bradon asked as his eyes seemed to search my face.

“Yes. By that time, if I can’t get you to agree to help me then it might be my fault,” I replied with a small giggle.

“If that’s good enough for you, then I can agree to it,” he replied simply after making his decision.

“It’s good enough for me...” I replied with a firm nod of my head.

For now, this is more than good enough for me. Silence settled between us, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable. It still felt a little unreal that I was making a deal with him while sitting right on his lap. Although I had stated all of my conditions, I knew that the deal was far from over.

“What about you? What do you want from me?” I asked as I looked him straight in the eye.

There was no way that he would agree to so many of my conditions without wanting something in return. Even though I had agreed to have sex with him, I was certain that he wanted something worth much more than just sex. I couldn’t even begin to guess what it was that he truly wanted given the fact that I didn’t think that I had much to offer. He had much more money than I did even if I were to count all the wealth that my family possessed. I also doubted that there was anything that I could do to help him either.

“Show me...” he said softly as his hand began stroking my back softly.

“Show you...what?” I asked.

The way he ran his fingers softly up and down the curve of my back all the way to the small of my back and then back again didn’t bother me as much as the way that he was looking at me. His blue eyes felt like they had turned several shades darker as he stared at my face as if he was taking in my every reaction.

Slowly, his hand approached my face. I couldn’t stop myself from wincing a little, but I did manage to stop myself from turning away from him to avoid his touch. To my surprise, his touch was gentle when the tip of his fingers softly grazed the side of my cheek. Just like his body against mine, his touch felt warm. His fingertips drew lines along the side of my face as they travelled to my chin before he caressed my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. All the while his blue eyes followed the movement of his fingertips.

“Show me Dahlia,” he stated simply.

Show him...Dahlia?

“What do you mean?” I asked as I leaned away from him suspiciously.

“Show me the real Dahlia. What is she really like?” he said before his lips curved into a small smile.

“That’s...” I muttered as my heart filled with hesitation.

“When we’re alone together, I want you to be your true self. I want you to be Dahlia,” he repeated his request again, much clearer this time.

“I’m not sure that I understand...” I murmured as I struggled to understand the true meaning behind his request.

Why is he asking me to just be myself?

“You’re not Diana and I’m not Anthony either,” he reminded me of something that I knew too well to be true.

It didn’t make any sense and I could hear alarm bells ringing so loudly in my head that I thought that I might be going insane. Something felt very wrong about his seemingly simple and straightforward request.

“I know that well enough but why are you asking me to do this?” I asked without hiding my skepticism.

It wouldn’t be wrong to say that I distrusted him. His request sounded so easy and simple. There was nothing challenging about just being myself and putting my act as Diana to rest for good. However, the more his request sounded easy, the more it just sounded like a trap.

--To be continued...