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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making?" I asked instead of answering his

to, the answer to his question was pretty

of

her

didn't know he could cook. To be honest, I thought he had

He replied, which didn't tell me much. I

and he looked over his shoulder

it smells

ease in his company. When it was all done, we sat down opposite each other. The only

night?" I asked as the

once but didn't say anything. He was making it a regular thing to

пе

cook sometimes? I am

I was a little

could also be a way for us to spend time together and get to know each other. I was desperate to connect with him outside the bedroom, hopefully, this could help

was all he said but I took it

after a couple of

did you leave last

insecurities wouldn't let go of me until I was sure

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but when he saw I still needed more,

I would only keep you

plate. I

"It

he assured me in his low

am not good with that

as I would get him to say but it was enough to make me relaxed. After that, he focused

talk about how those would affect work. Although I was afraid of his response

for

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

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