Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 436 A Hot Makeout Ryder's POV.

Underneath the calm facade, a whirlwind of emotions churned within us, but we both masked our true feelings, determined to preserve the cherished bond of our friendship.

The morning sun had breathed new life into us, and after indulging in a refreshing shower and a delightful breakfast, we settled on the plush couch, cuddled up together, engrossed in a movie playing on the grand 75-inch TV. Bella lay against my chest, finding comfort in our familiar closeness.

Breaking the tranquil silence, I softly spoke, my fingers tenderly caressing her hair, "Do you remember? We have a wedding to attend next weekend."

Bella turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and replied with a soft smile, "Yeah, I remember."

"Have you decided what to wear? I mean, have you thought about your outfit for the wedding?" I inquired, knowing Bella's endearing simplicity and innocence, characteristics that set her apart from others and made me admire her all the more.

"Hmm, not yet," Bella replied nonchalantly, her attention drawn back to the captivating movie on the screen.

"Alright then, get ready. We'll go shopping, and afterward, I'll take you out for lunch," I declared, rising from the couch and gently urging Bella to do the same.

Her face lit up with excitement, and she hurried off to freshen up, still clad in the same clothes from the night before.

After around thirty minutes, Bella emerged from the hallway, and I was waiting for her with a warm smile. Taking her hand in mine, our fingers

interlacing effortlessly, we stepped out of the house together, ready for a day of shared cherished moments. The sun smiled down upon us, and a sense of anticipation filled the air as we embarked on our little shopping spree, our laughter and conversations weaving a beautiful tapestry of companionship and understanding.

******** Bella's POV.

As we stepped into the mall, Ryder guided me towards the most extravagant store in the vicinity. My heart sank as I saw the opulent display of merchandise, well beyond what I could afford. I leaned in and whispered to Ryder, my voice tinged with worry, "Ryder, this place is too expensive. I can't shop here. Let's go somewhere more reasonable..." Resting my head on his shoulder, I stole glances at the luxurious items, knowing they were far out of my reach. However, Ryder was having none of it and firmly took my hand, leading me inside despite my protests.

"Don't worry about the price. It's all on me. Just choose whatever you want," he declared nonchalantly, brushing aside my financial concerns.

Frustration bubbled within me as I realized Ryder was determined to treat me to this extravagant shopping spree. "You're so stubborn, you know that," I remarked, rolling my eyes playfully, my affection for him still shining through despite my exasperation.

Ryder chuckled, his laughter resonating deeply, and it was impossible not to be captivated by his charisma. He had a magnetic presence that always left me feeling weak in the knees.

A salesgirl approached Ryder with eagerness, and her face lit up with admiration as she ogled him shamelessly. I felt a twinge of jealousy and discomfort, as it was evident she was infatuated with him. After all, Ryder was wealthy and famous, one of the most sought-after bachelors.

"How can I assist you, sir?" the salesgirl addressed Ryder, her voice betraying her flattery.

of his head and said, "Show something

head to toe. Self-consciousness washed over me as I realized I was still wearing the clothes from the previous night. My hand instinctively ran through my hair, attempting to

a somewhat disapproving tone, the salesgirl motioned for us to follow her, leading us to a section adorned with breathtaking gowns. My eyes widened in awe at the sight before me, and I was momentarily speechless. The dresses exuded elegance and grace,

be really expensive!" I

smugly, "Yes, their starting price is ten thousand

hand over the soft fabric of one of the gowns. It felt like feather-light

gown, a pink one-shoulder

who was sitting on a sofa, sipping

wine to all their customers, or

eyes snapped up to look at me, and for a moment, he seemed captivated, forgetting to blink. Was he

look?" I asked, raising my eyebrows,

my god, Bella! You look like an angel," Ryder spoke, his voice husky and low, as he

I'll show you another gown." "No

to try on all the gowns," I pouted, insisting on

************ Ryder's POV.

act and gestured for her to go ahead. Bella returned to the changing room, and just as she was about to close the door, I intervened. My hand came

shutting completely, and I pushed my bulky

Bella started to protest, but I quickly placed my finger on her

be quiet,"

doing here? Go... I need to change," she whispered

the door, crossing my arms, and replied, "Go on,

Bella protested, her

you as you change and try on these beautiful gowns," I said, my eyes filled with desire. Bella bit her lip, contemplating the situation. She turned to face the wall, her

it down slowly.

over her shoulder to gauge my reaction. I was watching her intently, my dark gaze fixed upon her, as I bit my lower lip in

picked up another gown, a pale blue one with an off-shoulder design, and began to put it on.

shoulder, making

close, and ran my fingers through her flowing hair. Gripping the back of her head, I pressed my lips firmly against

ourselves

our lips

battling for dominance, and teeth