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.

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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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"What are you making?" I asked instead of answering his question.

I didn't need to, the answer to his question was pretty oblivious, that was a big fat no. The smell

of

her

made me drool, I didn't know he could cook. To be honest, I thought he had staff for that especially after seeing where he lived.

"Breakfast quesadillas." He replied, which didn't tell me much. I had never had that before.

"Yummy." I said, leaning against the kitchen island and he looked over his shoulder at me. ever had it before?"

"No, but it smells delicious."

Not 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 my mouth and my eyes shut as I chewed, the food was so f**ng good. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with interest, just like he had. done last night when we ate dinner.

"Did you make the food last night?" I asked as the question flooded my mind.

'He was shocked as he nodded once but didn't say anything. He was making it a regular thing to surprise me today.

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"Can you...can you teach me how to cook sometimes? I am more liable to burn the water that it boils.

I was a little

over exaggerated but I really did suck at cooking, this could also be a way for us to spend time together and get to know each other. I was desperate to connect with him outside the bedroom, hopefully, this could help with that. He looked uncomfortable but he didn't say no.

"Sure," that was all he said but I took it as a win.

"So.." I began after a couple of bites.

"Why did you leave last night?"

No matter how uncomfortable it made me 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 he was thinking carefully before responding.

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"I don't share bed." He muttered but when he saw I still needed more, he continued.

"I am a restless sleeper, I would only keep you up if I stayed."

"Oh, I thought I had done something wrong." I said, staring at my plate. I had a hard time opening up but I suspected he was even worse.

"It

wasn't you," he assured me in his low voice.

"It is just....I am not good with that kind of intimacy." He added.

I knew that was as much as I would get him to say but it was enough to make me relaxed. After that, he focused on his own plate, shutting out only possible conversations.

'He is my boss.' the thought sneaked into my mind, reminding me of what he had made forget with one 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 me working for you?" I asked as I finished up the delicious food he had made for us.

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I would be spoiled in no time if they continued feeding 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 eater and always have been. "Will that be a problem? Are there any rules against it?"

As long as he didn't fire me, I would be fine. The paycheck I got from working two weekends each month helped me immensely, I only get minimum wage at the cafe but earned almost triple as much at the club.

"We are good but I meant it about the short skirt." He said and I didn't doubt him especially the punishment I had gotten for testing his order.

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A party of me really thought I would get a few tips while wearing it but mostly, I just wanted to see what he would do if I didn't follow his commands and it was worth it. Even without the o***m, I felt satisfied on a whole deeper level. Chapter 90: I Don't Share Bed

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there are no rules against it? What if your other employees find out?" I was afraid people would start talking, if they weren't already.

At least, the woman working at the bar with me last night would have seen him drag me there. Hopefully, she didn't know she was our boss and that she had been left out of the loop like I had been. The only boss I had dealt with was Weldon, he has been the one who interviewed me, me and followed up with my development. I still couldn't quite believe Kingston, my dominant is hired also my boss. What were the odds of that?

"No rules and I don't give f**k if they knew. In fact, I would prefer it." He said.

"W..what?" I asked,

Why wou

shocked

locked.

you prefer that?" I asked.

"So that Weldon will know his place and he shouldn't mess with you." He said and my eyes widened at that.

"Weldon and I are just friends." I protested against the implications but I could see why he had gotten the idea that there was anything more between us.

There wasn't anything of course but I also knew Weldon had a teeny-tiny crush on me, one that was entirely unwelcome.

"And let's keep it that way, if he ever tries something...." He trailed off but I knew a threat when I heard one.

I also knew when a conversation was over and he wouldn't listen to reason. Let's just hope that Weldon had gotten the message when I told him I was dating someone else."

The weather outside was beautiful, so when he went to do some work in his office, I found his library and borrowed a book. I had seen sunscreen in the bathroom and went to grab two bottles, one with a sun protection factor of twenty-five and one with fifty before making my way to his backyard. I didn't mind busying myself with something while he was unavailable, I was comfortable in my own company as much as I was in his.