Heading to the Press Conference

MARCELO

“Ready, love?” Mandy came into our room. I was sitting on the bed, and without answering her, I watched her walk toward the closet. Once there, she retrieved her handbag. I saw her from head to toe.

She was wearing a fitted gold-colored dress. It looked sexy. Her stilettos were red, with the highest heel I’d ever seen. Her face was perfectly made up, and she even wore false eyelashes.

Mandy’s hair was tucked neatly to the side. Her lips were carmine red. It was even possible to see her hardened nipples through the dress, as well as the outline of her rear.

Everything about her was perfect. I was as hard as stone. However, my mood became darker.

I got up and walked over to her. Mandy was filling her handbag with what every woman always carries. Already being inches from her, I took a handful of her hair and tangled it in my hand.

Without giving her any warning, I pulled her head back. Mandy let out an “Ahh.”

I turned her head so that she was facing me. Her eyes looked surprised at my action. I looked her straight in the eye. “M-marce, what’s wrong with you?” Mandy said, visibly upset.

I brought my face close to hers. “Something that I do not tolerate in this life is ~MY WIFE~ dressed like a prostitute, showing what is mine to any motherfucker,” I said, grinding my teeth.

My jealousy had no end sometimes. Mandy’s eyes widened when she heard me speak like that. I let go of her hair abruptly, pushing her slightly. “Change immediately.”

Mandy gulped, obviously nervous. She knew better. “Okay, okay. You don’t have to get like this. I’ll change right now, happy?” she told me while rubbing her scalp.

I just nodded my head. I took a few steps back. Mandy quickly chose a new dress. She undressed and dressed again without wasting time. When Mandy finished, she turned to me, looking clearly annoyed.

“Is this fine? Or do you want me to change it too?”

This time, she’d picked a black dress that reached above the knees, sleeveless, very classy. It accentuated her figure, but without looking like a second skin. Much better.

After nodding my head approving it, I saw Mandy square in the face. My baby was upset. I approached her and took her by the waist. Without warning her, I attacked her mouth.

Mandy put her arms around my neck and responded to my kiss with the same passion as me.

After a few seconds, we were both moaning with excitement. We finished the kiss. All I wanted right now was to bend her down and take her from behind.

“Are you ready? We don’t have the whole day.” Richard’s voice came from downstairs.

That brought us back to earth. We ended the kiss reluctantly. But Mandy in that instant began to laugh out loud.

“Marce, we’re heading to the press conference. We don’t want you to be in the photos showing your sexy lips like this. Ha, ha, ha! Instead of a boxing match, it’s going to look like you’re promoting a lipstick brand.”

Seeing her amusing herself at my expense, I abruptly turned her over and spanked her three times. “Ouch! That hurt.”

“That’s the point.”

I left her and went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I finished, I went back to the room, and Mandy was like nothing had happened. Her immaculate face, her carmine red lips were again in place.

Her hair was gorgeous. I smiled at her and took her hand. Mandy smiled back at me saying, “This is your night, love. Pulverize him.”

With those words spinning in my mind, we left the room and went downstairs. Richard was in the living room waiting for us along with our entire team.

Raf and his daughter Silvana were also there. That really surprised me. They usually go directly to the place of the event. I went straight to them.

I took Raf’s hand, which was extended in front of me, and returned the greeting. “What’s going on, Raf? Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Champion, all good. I just wanted the press to see us arriving together. The PR manager suggested this new strategy to me. We have to show the world that your whole team is united.

“That includes me and my daughter, Silvana.”

I turned to see her, and she smiled at me from ear to ear. “Champion, tonight will be amazing.” She looked at me from head to toe, putting her gaze on my chest for a long time.

Then she looked at my face, biting her lip. I could see the lust in them. “Everything is in its place and well.”

Spotting her double meaning right away, I just smiled slightly at her. “Silvana.” That was the only thing I told her.

I checked her out. She had dressed like a whore, a real hooker. Her dress barely covered her rear, and her breasts were almost spilling out. I could see part of her nipples. Unpleasant.

I had nothing against people who dressed like that, but I hated it. It only reminded me of the days when I lived on the streets. Prostitutes and drug dealers on every corner. Gangs trying to kill each other. Danger everywhere.

Mandy was next to me, and I felt her squeeze my hand. This brought me back to reality. I returned the squeeze and shook my head. I turned to see Mandy, and her eyes had a fire in them.

She was jealous of Silvana. My wife had nothing to fear. This woman was no match for her. I lowered my head and gave her a very soft kiss. “I love you, baby.”

Mandy looked at me with her eyes full of love. “I love you more, Marce.”

Richard cleared his throat, drawing our attention. “Hear me out, everyone. It’s time.

“We will do everything we always do every year. We will go directly to the press office. There, we will wait for them to call us to start the show.” Richard glanced at me, probably wondering if I was ready.

I smiled and said, “Yes, let’s go.”

Richard clapped his hands several times. “You heard the champion, it’s time.”

All of us were ready. Richard and the team took the SUV. Mandy and I turned to see each other.

She gestured at me about Raf and his daughter. I turned to see them and told them. “Raf, you and Silvana are coming with us.”

Raf nodded his head and said, “Lead the way, champion.”

We head to the garage, where I have my favorite cars. I took out of my pocket the security remote control that opened the garage door. My car collection was there.

More than ten million pounds were invested in my collection. My green sports Lamborghini that I adored so much, the navy-blue Bugatti Divo, a Bentley Continental GTZ. Not to forget the mighty Ferrari SF90, a beast.

We also had a Mercedes Maybach. This one, Mandy uses more than others. It makes her feel more secure. But for this occasion, the Rolls-Royce would be perfect. I’d just bought the beauty.

I loved its elegance and perfection. The press would be thrilled when we get out of it. I went to the safe that was recessed in the wall. I deactivated the lock with my fingerprint and took out the key.

Then, I showed it to Mandy, and she smiled approvingly at my choice. Now, I was ready for what was next.