Costantino | A Mafia Romance (Complete)

15 - My Milkshake!

I knew we'd been in New York for 10 days but I didn't how long we'd be in the Middle East afterwards.

So, I need one suitcase for cold outfits and one for warm outfits. The third suitcase could be my everything else suitcase - pyjamas, loungewear, underwear, workout clothes and bikinis.

Then we'd need a trunk for shoes, purses and make up etc.

I don't travel light.

Thankfully I don't have to because I always fly private.

If I was flying commercial then I'd sure as hell be paying for extra luggage allowance.

If, by some miracle, I was poor, then I'd be that bitch wearing four pairs of pants under a long skirt and multiple layers on the top just to take as much shit with me as I possibly could.

"Now, what to plan for October in New York, Lu? Lula?" I turned to my partner who was busy playing with the string hanging from one of my sweatpants in the pile she was on top of.

"Useless." I rolled my eyes at how easily she became distracted, deciding to go into my closet for inspiration instead.

Jeans would be nice for daytime. Maybe skirts with some cute stockings or pantyhose? Cropped knit sweaters and...oh my God!

Trench coats! I grinned, immediately rushing to the corner of my closet where my coats were hung up.

I wasn't kidding last night when I told Costa I loved layering cute outfits for colder weather in New York. I was prepared with the finest Burberry trench coats. I picked out my favourite three, heading over to the empty open suitcase on my bed.

Well, it was empty when I left.

"Lula, no. Out." She didn't bother getting out so I had to put my coats down on the bed and lift her out, much to her dismay.

"Meow all you want, I need to pack before Costa comes in here to pack." We hadn't spoken since he left me in the dining room this morning but I knew he hadn't packed yet. I'd been in here all day preparing for our trip.

Costa is the kind of guy who could pack in an hour and leave for the airport straight away.

As soon as I knew I'd be travelling today, I had to take an everything shower, style my hair and choose a cute yet comfortable outfit. Then I had to pack my make up, skincare and haircare. In between all of that I had some work calls and Greta even insisted I ate something for lunch - as if I had time.

Now it's time for clothes.

I quickly got to packing my cold weather outfits, having to deal with Lula's occasional tantrums. After that I moved on to warm weather outfits.

I just about finished my everything else suitcase when Lula threw another tantrum, this time messing up the folded pile of pyjamas in the suitcase.

"Lula." I groaned, lifting her into my arms while surveying the damage she'd done. Meanwhile, she was purring happily in my arms as if her mission had been successfully completed.

An exhausted huff escaped my lips and I dropped down flat on the bed with Lula now resting on my chest. She peered down at me, her light brown eyes watching me carefully.

"You never mess with Costa's suitcases. Why do you keep ruining mine?" During the last three months, I'd seen Costa pack for numerous trips and each time Lula would just watch him on the bed while he worked.

She never got in his suitcase or ruined his folded clothes.

The cat purred, using her right front paw to tap my face. Then she nuzzled her face between my neck and shoulder, releasing a squeak.