MY Possessive Mafia Men

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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I asked instead of answering his

need to, the answer to his question was pretty oblivious, that was a big fat

of

her

cook. To be honest, I thought he had staff for that especially after seeing where he

didn't tell me much. I

I said, leaning against the kitchen island and he looked over his

but it

work, I began setting up the table for us. It was weird how relaxed I felt with someone I hardly know but it didn't change 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

the food last night?" I

once but didn't say anything. He was

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

I was a little

to know each other. I was desperate to connect with

he said but I took it as

after

did you leave last

I needed to know. My own insecurities wouldn't let go of me until I

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I Don't

don't share bed." He muttered but when

a restless sleeper, I would only

I said, staring at my plate.

"It

he assured me in

not good with

was enough to make me relaxed. After that, he focused on his own plate,

sneaked into my mind, reminding me of what he had made forget 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 behind the bar if that meant he wouldn't get me fired. I didn't know what our policy was dating or being involved with a co-worker or worse a boss. "So.. are we

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 was completely full and couldn't handle one bite more. "What about it?" He asked as he had already cleaned his plate. I was a slow eater and always have