Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

et Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 215 A Bad Plan

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Emily's head felt heavy and throbbing as she woke from a deep slumber. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt heavier than ever. Confusion clouded her mind-why was she feeling like this? Then, in a sudden flash, she remembered last night's meeting with Jac-min, and her head started spinning. She couldn't recall what happened after that.

As she tried to sit up, her throat dry, she froze. She wasn't lying on a pillow-she was lying on someone's arm. Her eyes fluttered open, and in an instant, the haziness vanished, replaced by pure shock. A muscular arm was draped over her, holding her possessively, as if this person never wanted her to leave.

Panic surged through Emily as she realized she was sharing a bed with a man. Without thinking, she shoved the arm off her, forgetting she was already lying on the edge of the bed. One sudden roll, and she tumbled to the floor with a loud thud. Pain shot through her back, and she couldn't stop a groan from escaping her lips.

Matteo's sleepy, raspy voice cut through the room as he sat up quickly, his icy blue eyes clouded with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his gaze locked on her like she was the most important person in

was bare, and the lower half of his body was barely concealed by a thin bed sheet-not nearly thick enough to hide the obvious bulge of his morning wood, which made a tent beneath the fabric. Emily's eyes widened in shock as she realized the notorious playboy attorney was in bed with her. Oh God... Her heart sank as the doomed realization hit her. He must've taken advantage of her while she was drunk, and she couldn't remember a damn thing

voice was accusing, her wide

as he studied the shocked and terrified woman

stammered, her anger flaring. "Yet you still... you

him. The bold, feisty woman

Come up," he said casually as he stood, throwing his feet off the bed and securing the bedsheet around his waist. Emily's panic only grew as her eyes

and squatted beside her, extending his hand to help her

anxiety. Her eyes, wide with

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his head slightly. "Why so shy this morning when we already became one last night? God, belle, you looked so sexy. I couldn't get enough of you, mon ange," he teased, his voice low and husky. "Stop it!" Emily shouted, covering her ears, her voice trembling with