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

the answer to his question was pretty oblivious, that was a

of

her

me drool, I didn't know he could cook. To be honest, I thought he had staff for that

which didn't tell me much. I had

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

but it

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

last night?" I asked

didn't say anything. He was making it a regular thing to surprise me

пе

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

I was a little

together and get to know each other.

was all he said but I

I began after a couple

you leave

me to ask him, I needed to know. My own insecurities wouldn't let go of me until I was sure had

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He muttered but when he saw I still needed

a restless sleeper, I would only keep you

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

"It

me in

not good with that kind of intimacy." He

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

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

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

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