MY Possessive Mafia Men

61%

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 136: I Find It Hard To Ask For Help

Chapter 136: I Find It Hard To Ask For Help Angelia

Doing as Kingston instructed, l'read his written notes on how to make brussel waffles. It said that I had to whisk together egg yolks and I might be dumb but I didn't know how to separate the yolk from the egg white. I hadn't spent much time in the kitchen before him. "Umm...Kingston. How do I separate the yolk and egg white?" I asked, he had just started measuring up the milk and stopped so he could help me.

"Use the small bowel I have set at the counter and then you catch the yolk with your hand and let the egg white run through your fingers. Once they are separated, you put the yolk in the bigger bowl." He explained.

To be honest, I found it hard to focus on what he was saying, too intrigued by his voice but I got the gist.

"Oh, okay. That doesn't sound difficult."

"It is not, you will be able to do it without any problems." He assured me and continued pouring milk in a measuring cup.

Cracking the egg, I hurried to catch it before it all went to one bowl and I did as he had instructed. The egg felt slimy and cold in my hand but also kind of pleasant. I did the same with three more before rewashing my hands. My shoulders were killing me and I found it hard to do simple things like cracking the eggs. I have had a hard day at work yesterday since Ben didn't do shit and while I hadn't used my arms that much in yesterday's scene with my dominants, I knew that was partly why the muscles in my shoulders were so tight. I felt Kingston walk up behind me just as I was about to whisk the egg.

"Here, let me help you." He whispered and put his hands on my shoulders.

I stiffened for a split second, shocked by his action. He rarely initiated contact and when he did, it was tuned. He began massaging me with perfect pressure, not too hard and not gently and I moaned at the feeling of his expert hands easing the Knots of muscles that had begun forming. My head dropped forward, giving him more space to work with.

"You should tell us if you are hurting." He chided as his thumbs attacked the sore muscles.

"I.. I find it hard to ask for help." I admitted to a groan when he massaged a particularly big knot.

14:41 Tue, Oct 29

Chapter 136 I Find It Hard To Ask For Help

61 1

I didn't know if I heard him right because he was whispering too quietly but I am sure he said it to me too. When we were finished, I gave him a shy smile and a sincere thank you. I felt so much better, my muscles loosened and didn't hurt that much when I used my arms. He only gave me a nod in return. We worked mostly in silence and while it was nice to simply spend time with him, I also wanted to get to know him better.

"Have you always loved cooking?" I asked, wondering as I stirred the ingredients in the bowl.

a reason to cook. I was about twenty-something

would probably give me a yes or no response but he surprised me

entire sentences.

I am right on track." I

something I often thought about. For

your teacher, you will

Had there been humor in his (tone? Oh my goodness, please call the emergency because I might have a heart attack with how weird my heart is acting right now.

presume your mother didn't teach you then? I asked without

figured

his tone was goow

Just when I was about to wake up the other two, they ed in the action and both of them were ring matshing expressions of annoyance as they eyed each other. The laugh i tank in while I been in the room came out and when i fist started. I couldnt stup

wished seated whe cat they wis sugghing. Not

is

WE

am

be another

I Find It

looking at me weird, not knowing the picture I had

and Marshall.

as I looked at them. Riccardo grunted something while Marshall looked embarrassed and his flushed cheeks a clear

you saw

did." I

up?" Riccardo asked next,

look pretty cozy there."

is going on?"

will show you." I said and grabbed my phone and unlocked

break out in laughter, dissolving the tension between him and Riccardo. This right here was a memory I had been looking back on when I was old and gray. I would remember the warmth I felt, how my heart was

my shampoo and I had to go my father's charity event looking like a fucking flamingo." Marshall said to Riccardo when we had

laxative before my class. I

younger Riccardo trying to focus for the test, all the while having some

talked about several of the pranks they had done on each other throughout the breakfast and I was

he did." Riccardo