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Satiated: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 5
    by Eliza Stout
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Satiated: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 5
    It had been weeks since my little encounter with Tony and his wife in their great
     big expensive house. I had been having a tough time knowing what to make of it, to
     be honest. I continued to see Tony. On the weekends he still took me to the ritziest
     restaurants in town and we drank expensive wine and dined on 3 star Michelin quality
     meals. His wife Vickie had even resigned herself to this fact. She seemed to be alright
     with it. At the very least she was able to pull off some incredibly nimble mental
     gymnastics that made herself believe she was okay with it. She even had said it herself:
     in this lifestyle this sort of situation is pretty much the norm. She would have been
     incredibly naïve to believe that Tony didn’t have a girl on the side that he wined
     and dined and fucked. It just wasn’t something these guys did with their wives. The
     wives all knew and most of them just turned a blind eye, maybe convincing themselves
     that there was nothing wrong or maybe that it wasn’t even really happening, and got
     on with their lives.
    I suppose then that I was the naïve one. I was not quite so nimble with my feelings.
     I had trouble coping with the fact that this entire time he had been going home to
     a wife and children. He could have even had another girlfriend besides me, for all I knew. I didn’t want to think about that.
    The truth was that I had fallen deeply in love with this man. Not just the man, but
     the entire fantastic fiery and sparkling universe that seemed to orbit in place around
     him. Yes, he was handsome and charismatic, powerful and always in control. But I had
     also grown to like the money and the nice things that came with it. I liked being
     treated like I was somebody. I liked the feeling of expensive clothes on my skin.
     For the first time in my life, I felt important, and I desperately did not want to
     give that up. Most of all, and at first I was afraid to really admit this, I enjoyed
     the adventure of it all. I craved the danger. This was counterintuitive, of course.
     I had hated it as well. It was incredibly scary and, as that bloody scene in the restaurant
     weeks ago had proven, it was also incredibly real. Despite all of that, I found myself
     craving it. I had gotten a small taste of it and now I needed it. I wasn’t sure that
     I could go back to a normal life with a normal lover. I would have been… bored.
    I was standing in front of the window in my apartment’s living room with a cup of
     coffee, mulling all of these things over as I stared out into the sunny street below.
     I had a lot more time to sit around and think about things recently, which was both
     good and bad I suppose. I took another sip of coffee and then set it down on the table
     behind me.
    It was settled then. I was madly insane with desire for Tony. So, whatever happened,
     just completely forgetting about him would have been out of the question. That option
     wasn’t even on the table. I just wished that I could have had him all to myself.
    I walked my way over to where Tom was always perched on the back of the couch and
     began to daydream about rolling up into that rich neighborhood and busting down the
     door to Tony’s house and taking