MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 88

Chapter 90: I Don't Share Bed

Chapter 90: I Don't Share Bed

Angelial

"Yes, he cares for me." I muttered.

My mind went back to last night when he stroked my hair until I almost fell asleep. What happened afterwards, I didn't think he meant to hurt me by leaving, not with the rugged look he had going in this morning. I guessed I had just gotten used to how Riccardo and Marshall were with me so I forgot how different Kingston was compared to them.

I

I talked with my mother for a long time, realizing how much I had missed hearing her voice. My mother was such a sweet and kindhearted woman, she always managed to put a smile on my face even when I was in a s**ty mood. She filled me in on my father, he had broken his ankle and none of them thought to tell me about it earlier. She said I shouldn't worry that he was in great hands. Still, I was going to send him a little get well package with his favorite treats. When my stomach started growling, we said our goodbyes and I went back to the kitchen to scavenge for food. It turned out, I didn't need it. Kingston was behind the oven, making something that smelled wonderful.

"You answered my call," I accused the second I saw him, not really all that upset.

His back was in front of me, letting me see his muscles back through the form-fitted shirt. He shrugged and turned whatever he was making on the skillet. "You told me to." He mumbled.

I gasped, I really and because I thought he wouldn't answer the phone in a million years. That was what I got for underestimating him.

"And you talk to my mother?" It was more of a statement but he still answered:

"Yes.

you introduce yourself as my boyfriend?"

That was the part I couldn't understand. Why had he done that?

"Did you want me to tell her that I am your dominant instead?" He chuckled darkly, knowing I definitely wouldn't have wanted that.

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are you making?" I asked instead of

to, the answer to his question was pretty oblivious, that was a big fat no. The

of

her

he could cook. To be honest, I thought he had staff for that especially

He replied, which didn't tell me

kitchen island and he looked over his shoulder at me. ever had

it smells

the fact that I felt at ease in his company. When it was all done, we sat down opposite each other. The only sounds were the birds. chirping outside. The first taste exploded in my mouth and my eyes shut as I chewed, the food was so f**ng good. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with interest, just

food last night?" I

nodded once but didn't say anything. He was making it

пе

me how to cook sometimes? I am more liable to burn the

I was a little

spend time together and get to know each other. I was desperate to connect with him outside the bedroom, hopefully, this could help with that. He looked uncomfortable but he didn't say

was all he said but I took it

after a couple of

did you leave last

me until I was sure had nothing to do with me. He looked at me like he was

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share bed." He muttered but when

restless sleeper, I would

my plate. I had a hard time opening up but

"It

assured me in his low

good with that kind of

enough to make me relaxed. After that, he focused

with one hell of a first night together. He had made my mind go blank with the way he handled. my last night and only now did I have time to think about it. We should definitely talk about how those would affect work. Although I was afraid of his response to that, I would wear a pair of pants

for

me food like this, spoiled and fat because to be honest, I lacked any strength of will to stop eating when it was something this good. I wouldn't stop until I

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