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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you making?" I asked instead of

to his question was pretty oblivious, that was a big

of

her

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

He replied, which didn't tell me much. I had never had

and he looked over his

it

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

night?" I asked as the question

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

пе

you...can you teach me how to cook sometimes? I am more liable to burn

I was a little

this could also be a way for us to spend time together and get to know each other. I was

all he said but I took

began after a couple of

did you leave last

me until I was sure had nothing to do with me.

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but when he saw I still needed more,

restless sleeper, I would only keep you up

had done something wrong." I said, staring at my plate. I had a hard time opening up but I

"It

he assured me in his

am not good with that kind of intimacy." He

enough to

thought 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

for

time if they continued feeding 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