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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asked instead of answering his

was pretty

of

her

To be honest, I thought he had staff

which didn't tell me much. I had never had

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

it smells

liking that he was doing all the 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

I asked as the question flooded

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

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

I was a little

together and get to know each other. I was desperate to connect with

all he said but I took

I began after a couple

did you

to ask him, I needed to know. My own insecurities wouldn't let go of me until I was sure had nothing to do with me. He looked at me like

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He muttered but when he saw I still needed more, he

would only keep you

done something wrong." I said, staring at my plate. I had a hard

"It

he assured me

is just....I am not good with that kind of

I would get him to say but it was enough

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 going to talk about the whole

for

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 been. "Will that be