MY Possessive Mafia Men

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MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 120: You Never Bore Me

Chapter 120: You Never Bore Me

Angelia

I was about to say f*** the date and jump his bones when he gave his trademark smirk.

"You look even better in that dress than I envisioned." He said huskily.

"Of course, it looks even better sliding off your body but I can wait."

Well I couldn't wait, d****it. I felt like he had dangled a perfectly cooked steak in my face the entire day While I was starving and then denied me the food. Did I just compare him to food? I am just a weirdo. "What are you laughing about?" He asked curiously.

He had moved closer to me without me even noticing and was now standing in front of me. I had to crane my neck so I could talk to his face rather than his chest.

"I was just thinking about about something." ." I said and shook my head at my silly thoughts.

"You really don't want to know." I added and he leaned down towards me and whispered.

"No," his breath fluttered over my lips as he spoke, he was close enough to kiss.

"No?" I said back, desperation for him seeping into my voice.

bad."

heels and let's

my breath, I stalked towards the heels he

mumbled and his laugh

finally asked as we left the

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me every time I was with them. They always left me wondering what would happen, still I couldn't complain either. It was like an adventure every time I was with

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doing here?"

of course." He winked, basically

the river in itself but the many yachts docked here. They were magnificent and ranging from huge to massively huge beasts of boats. I was speechless, I could only accept his hand when he had gotten out of

crying out loud but it still stumped me every time I saw proof of their wealth. It was such a world away from my ordinary life and it wasn't even funny. We stopped in front of one of those massive yachts

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"Yes, it is."

Yes,

while

He nod

were living completely different lives, we were literally worlds apart and yet, we found each other against all odds. A millionaire and a broke-ish university student, books were written about people like

let's get on board." he

I walked to it and sat down, taking in every detail of the room. The walls were brown oak which I knew he was fond of with big windows giving the place a more open feel to it. Aside from the brown oak, light beige was used to brighten up the room and it looked fancy and expensive but also beautiful. I could also see a dining room in the same color scheme,

as he lifted me onto his lap, he brushed my

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