Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

A Morning with Him

When I woke up, surprisingly, I was back in my own bedroom with a blanket placed over my body. Did

Hayden carry me back here?

He probably did. Who else could have done it?

I had very fuzzy memories of last night and I must have fallen into a deep slumber before waking up

this morning. The last thing I remembered was that I…

Hayden made me came so much as part of his punishment…and my body was still feeling the

consequences of that.

25 more days with Hayden in this penthouse. That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I

woke up. I didn’t put up a calendar to strike out the days that had passed because there was no need

to. I would accurately count down the days until these 30 torturous days ran out and I could return to

my normal life.

I showered, got dressed in casual clothes and left my bedroom. This has become my morning routine

since I moved into this penthouse. As usual, I didn’t expect to see Hayden today. I thought that just like

the other days, Hayden would be out and avoid contact with me. However, it seemed that today

Hayden had other plans in mind as he sat there at the dining table eating chocolate cake and sipping

tea from a blue and white porcelain teacup.

Chocolate cakes and tea did not suit the image that I had of him at all. He seemed so at peace and

unlike his drunken self from the nights before. I watched him silently as I felt a heat rise in my face as I

remember what he did to me last night...

Sure, I broke the rule, but it wasn’t intentional. It was an emergency, and I did it for his own good. What

he did was clearly wrong, and I could feel his touch on my skin even though I’ve taken a good long

shower.

Unlike before, I knew now that he wasn’t drunk and that he remembered everything that transpired

between us the night that I entered his room and he definitely remembered what happened between us

last night. I hated the fact that we lived together because that meant that I had no real place to hide, not

that I could hide away from him forever.

However, that did not make facing him this morning any easier. I still didn’t know what to say to him or

what face to make. Hayden’s presence still disturbs me, and I feel insecure and anxious whenever he

was around.

Putting on a brave act, I slowly came out of where I was hiding and slowly approached the dining table

where Hayden was seated.

We’re supposed to live separately, and I couldn’t agree more to that, but I had to keep my part of the

deal. I had to do something for Hayden today and cooking breakfast for him and just leaving it on the

table was no longer an option. What should I do for him?

“Well, good morning, Miss Malissa. Would you care for some cake and tea?” Auntie came to my side

and asked cheerily when she saw that I had seated myself opposite to Hayden on the dining table.

Hayden, on the other hand, continued to concentrate on his tea and the phone in his hand as if I didn’t

exist in the same plane of universe as he did. I rolled my eyes in annoyance at him, but I was sure that

he didn’t even see it.

“I’ll just have the tea, thank you,” I replied with a friendly smile at Auntie.

“Eating cakes seemed to help cure Master Hayden of his hangover and puts him in a better mood,”

Auntie chimed in happily as she poured tea for both Hayden and me.

I took a sip of the tea that Auntie had poured, feeling slightly surprised at the aromatic fruity smell of the

tea. Hayden is drinking the same tea as me, was this the kind of tea that he likes. Sweet cakes and

fruity tea just didn’t seem to suit his ultra-violent and overbearing image at all.

I watched Hayden intently from the rim of my teacup as I continued to sip tea. Hayden was dressed in a

simple white shirt with very few buttons buttoned, exposing his well-toned chest muscles, and a pair of

light blue jeans. His light blond hair was still damp making it appear darker than normal and combed

back roughly. His blue eyes were focused on his mobile’s screen. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“What are you staring at? Liking what you see?” he spoke up so suddenly that I gasped in shock before

I could control myself.

Hayden didn’t even look at me, his eyes were still glued to his phone screen while he typed away with

the pad of thumb.

“I wasn’t…staring,” I denied softly.

“Oh yeah? Well, not that it matters,” Hayden replied without a care.

Hayden went back to pretending that I didn’t exist as he sighed and continued typing on his phone

faster as his brows knitted together. Soon after, his phone started vibrating and he cursed under his

breath before answering the call.

“I told you that I’m not going…” Hayden said loudly.

Clearly, he did not mind if I overheard his conversation. Although, I had to say that I had no idea what

he was talking about or who he was talking to.

“Fuck it…it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not going,” Hayden spat through the phone, his brows furrowing in

annoyance.

After what seemed like a short while of convincing from the other end of the line, Hayden heaved a

loud sigh as he ran his fingers through his blond hair. He looked bored, annoyed, and very frustrated at

best.

Whoever was on the other end of the line was probably pestering him to do something that he didn’t

want to do or go somewhere that he didn’t want to go.

“Fine. I guess I do owe you from before…I’ll get you out of this one…” Hayden said in defeat as he

heaved a sigh.

--To be continued…