Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 441 Temptation Mia's POV.

As the class came to an end, I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave the classroom. Sheena and Joanna, my two lively friends, were beside me, already discussing their post-class plans. "What's the plan, girls?" Joanna asked with an eager gleam in her eyes.

Sheena, the bubbly one, chimed in, "Let's go watch a movie! It'll be so much fun!"

However, I had other responsibilities weighing on my mind. "I'd love to, but I have to head back to the dorm to finish today's assignment," I informed them regretfully.

Joanna's expression shifted to annoyance, and she tried to persuade me, "Come on, Mia. You can do your assignment later. We'll be back from the movie in a few hours. Don't ruin the fun, babe." "Guys, seriously, I'm not interested in..." My words trailed off as I caught sight of him standing in front of me, leaning against his car.

I blinked a few times to clear my vision. Maybe I was daydreaming. But no, he was there, real and alive. He smiled as he looked in my direction. I glanced around, but there was no one else. He was looking directly at me. I decided to ignore him and kept walking. Then he called out my name and

jogged toward me.I continued to ignore him and kept walking without stopping.

"Hey, wait. I was calling your name," he complained, sounding slightly

irritated, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. His persistence was testing my patience.

"Really? I thought you were calling some other girl," I lied bluntly, trying to mask the unease I felt deep inside. I didn't want him to know that his presence affected me more than I cared to admit.

He narrowed his eyes at my retort, seemingly unconvinced by my casual response. "That's funny," he replied, his tone slightly playful.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Do you want to enroll in some courses?" I mocked, attempting to regain some semblance of control in the situation.

His intense gaze never wavered as he stared at me for a few seconds, leaving me momentarily breathless. "You're something... Mia," he finally said, his words making my heart race even faster.

Forcing myself to remember how to breathe, I swallowed the lump in my throat and decided to walk away, heading towards my dorm. However, he wasn't ready to let me go so easily.

I'm here to meet you," he called out, his voice urging me to

I asked, my tone perhaps a tad too sharp, but I couldn't allow myself to appear

to lunch," he said, shrugging his shoulders

genuine

sought-after, was asking me to have lunch with him. My heart pounded in my chest, but I tried my best to

you asked someone else to join you for lunch," I stammered, my nervousness betraying my true feelings. The

you to have lunch with me, Mia. Not any other girl. May I have the pleasure

but I refused to let myself succumb so easily. Ignoring his advances, I continued walking, trying

annoyance, he had even gotten into his sleek black Lamborghini and started honking persistently, drawing attention to our unusual exchange. Unable to bear it any longer, I finally

have lunch with you," he replied,

as I wanted

and a tinge of excitement got the better of me. Against my

the warmth of his cologne enveloping me as he leaned over to fasten

remained silent, lost in my own thoughts and emotions. We eventually arrived at a luxurious restaurant, known for its exclusivity and lavish atmosphere. It was a place

at the gesture, feeling a mixture of flattery and unease. His attention was overwhelming, and

large, confident palm, sending a shiver down my spine. His touch was electrifying, and

led me inside

authority he commanded. The staff seemed to recognize him, and we were guided to a private chamber, away from the prying eyes of other diners. My curiosity intensified; he had clearly planned this carefully, and I

I decided to play along, to wait and see what would unfold. As we entered the private space, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this lunch was about more than just a casual meal Logan Mancini was a man of power and influence, and I couldn't help but

inquired, his tone implying that fine dining was a regular occurrence for

appropriate words to express my thoughts without

me and said, "Ask the lady. She

within me, leaving me utterly

know Logan Mancini's food