MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 27: Dinner Plans

Chapter 27: Dinner Plans

Angelia

Last night, I slept like the dead. After several eventful days, I was thankful I got some shut-eye. For once, I slept as long as I wanted, taking advantage of my off day.

It was Friday and I hadn't set any plans for today, maybe it would be a good idea to meet up with

the

the

guys to talk if they had time. I needed to know more before I made my decision and they were the only ones who could provide me with the answers I seek. Andy had a good point about ground rules which was added to the list of things I needed to take up with them. Satisfied with my plan, I reached for my phone to send a quick message to Riccardo to ask if they had time to talk. Although it wasn't quick, I spent twenty minutes trying to figure out what to write to him. It was exhausting overanalyzing everything I do. He didn't tabe long before I got a response from him. 'Dinner at seven, dress in something nice and one of us will pick you up."

Well, I guess that worked, I only had like seven hours to kill before then. What would I do with my spare time? I considered getting in touch with one of my college buddies but that would probably shock the h**o

out of them. Sure, we were friends but more so at school than outside. I had never

been one of those who were very social, it wasn't that I didn't want to hang out, I just guess it was hard for me to break out of my own little world. Mostly, I was considered unapproachable outside,

even if I hadn't meant

they stopped asking me to hang out, thinking no means never. It hurt when they stopped asking but I understood why. It was just now that

the ones to say no to

instead. I had too many jittery nerves

burn it off before I met up

to be a date, right? Because even if we agreed to this wired arrangement, we would not be dating. That wasn't in the book for either

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Chapter 27: Dinner Plans

other choice than to call him and ask for his help.. Somehow, he had become the person I turned to when I needed fashion advice. It felt great

or when he wanted to. I had told him earlier about the dinner, simply because I needed to talk to someone about it and he, of course, was all in with

In

and skinny jeans with boots but I didn't think that was what Riccardo meant. "Okay, show me your closet." And did just that, he laughed

mean where you have your dresses, I don't need to see

of them and that I could thank my mother for it. she and I were the complete opposite, while she preferred skirts and dresses, I well didn't obviously. My mother always brought me clothes for gifts, I think some part of her felt robbed for not having the dream relationship with her one and only daughter. I was the only child and I was never keen on playing dress-up with her as a child. I simply had no interest in it and so by giving me clothes as gifts, she could at least have some of that. In fact, she bonded over clothes, that was her thing. I didn't have the heart to tell her I couldn't

out the black dress to the far right, I want to

and laid it out on the bed for him to look

Wear it with gold heels since it has a