Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 68 I Am Not Impressed, Mr Valentino

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Despite the irritation, she fought the urge to give in and beg him to fuck her in the shower. Here her trends and colleagues thought she was a nun, not able to reacto any man. But the truth was her body only responded to only one man who was the devil himself froin whom Mia wanted nothing to do with anything

Mia managed to finish cleaning herself, but the burning sensation in her core didn't subside. She wasn't sure whether she should face her devilishly charming mafia husband or not. Against her better judgment, she decided to carry on pretending to be indifferent to his allure, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected her.

She put on her formal clothes for the day and checked her schedule while drying her hair. Making & mental note of the day's plans, she applied light makeup and slipped into her black pumps. Grabbing her sling purse and work briefcase, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the day ahead.

With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, Mia stepped out of the room, her traitorous body still craving her husband's touch. She was met with the sight of Alessandro hovering over the stove, cooking eggs and bacon with effortless perfection. The chef, servants, and Emily stood silently in a corner, watching him. The scene was almost surreal, and Mia wondered if she was hallucinating.

Alessandro, in his tailored suit, moved with grace and confidence, looking even sexier. The aroma of the cooking food filled the air, but all Mia could focus on was the way he looked, so composed and in control. So dominating and intimidating, yet so deliciously gorgeous. Her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself struggling to catch her breath.

"Good morning again, amore," Alessandro whispered huskily, sensing Mia's desirous gaze on him. He turned to her with his sensual smile that made her knees weak.

"What." she cleared her throat to find her composed voice. "What are you doing?"

breakfast!" he replied

counter before she marched into the kitchen She crossed her

Mia's

eyes. "I am not impressed, Mr.

many times do I have to remind you, vita mia?" he repeated, his possessive

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her like this, and yet she hadn't immediately. boss seemed to enjoy this man's sweet,

instead," she replied sternly, making Alessandro

from the machine he had already started at the beginning of making breakfast, preparing two cups while plating the bacon and eggs. Mia was intentionally calling him Mr. Valentino, as using his first name felt too intimate, too close for the emotional boundaries she desperately wanted to maintain. She needed to keep her distance-for her own sanity. She

was a narcissist, a man whose world revolved solely around his own desires and needs. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Alessandro set the plates down on

and then pick you up for lunch. I've booked a table for us at your favorite restaurant," Alessandro continued speaking as he pulled out a stool for Mia and waited for her

surprise; he seemed so comfortable, as if it were a part of his daily routine

you doing this?" Mia breathed out