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 that

had probably said too many nos' to my friends and in the end, they stopped asking me to hang out, thinking no means never. It hurt

ones to say no to me

for a walk instead. I had too

burn it off before I

came rushing back. This wasn't supposed 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 of us.

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Chapter 27: Dinner Plans

picked up the call, I was left with no 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 to have someone in my corner. Maybe I should

of my tongue but I swallowed it down. He would tell me if 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 my plans.

In

mind, something nice was a pretty blouse and skinny jeans with boots but I didn't think that was what Riccardo meant. "Okay, show me your

have your dresses, I don't need to see your band

was the only child and I was never keen on playing dress-up with her as a

to the far right, I

laid it out on the bed for him to look

it has a gold design on it." He said and-I nodded in