Sold to the mafia boss

Layla’s P. O. V.

I’d gotten used to watching the TV even though there wasn’t much to be seen. I could only watch the fashion shows or celebrity lifestyle reality shows. Or some of the cartoons. As the time passed, I realized I was more into the books stacked in my shelf than the TV shows.

I still couldn’t get past the beautiful breakfasts and dinners I had with Logan. It was heart stopping and every time it crossed my mind, which was everytime, I found myself blushing hard and smiling alone like an idiot. And I couldn’t be blamed. This was the first time a man shows me sweet gestures like this. I’m bound to be overly impressed.

I found myself slowly wanting to impress him. Whenever he was coming home, I’d make sure to shower again and put on something beautiful. It reminded me of how I’d dressed up to school, adding mascaras to my already long lashes just to impress Emma.

But this was different. I could feel it. This is Logan. He’s the Mafia man who kidnapped me because my family owed him. It was stupid yet so iconic. I’m gradually getting attracted to him. I know it’s wrong but I cannot help myself.

I’m starting to wonder why he has stopped trying to have sex with me. It surprised me that the thought is almost disappointing.

I watched from my glass walls as the Lamborghini that drove him out today drove back into the compound. I heaved a sigh in an attempt to calm my nerves before walking out the doors.

As I stepped out on the stairs landing, I came eye to eye with him as he stepped out of the elevator and into the sitting room. His head is tilted upwards as he looked at me. Our eyes lingers on for a solid amount of seconds before he looked away.

I made my way around the stairs till I reached him, a short distance between us.

I’ve lived with him enough to know that he likes being welcomed home and I planned on doing just that.

” You’re home ” I Said. I saw a small smile forming at the corners of his lips.

” Yes yes, love. I have something for you ” he said, bringing his hidden hand from behind his back and presenting me with a small gift bag. I looked into it before taking it, discovering a golden box inside. when I pulled it open, there’s a shimmering bracelet inside. I watched it admiringly for a moment. This was beautiful. I’ve never owned a bracelet before and seeing as it was from him, I knew it cost a lot. Why would he get me something as expensive as this?Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked up to find him staring, anticipation in his expecting eyes, his smile getting longer.

” I hope you like it” he said.

” I….. I love it, Logan. It’s beautiful ” I stammered, giving him a genuine smile.

He nods his head and looks down, as if proud of himself. I wanted to thank him more but that seemed unnecessary. This may cost a fortune but it doesn’t take anything from him. He still got so much money to buy truck loads of it.

He closes the distance between us in a swift move, his tall body towering over mine. I looked up to find his eyes raining down at me. for the first time I think I saw some kind of emotions in them. I saw sadness, vulnerability and kindness. And then there’s fear and anger. I didn’t know why but I felt there was something wrong somewhere and he needed to say it out. I wish I wasn’t concerned but I was and I couldn’t help it.

When his hands lifted up, I didn’t fear that he’d hit me nor did I try to cower away, I stood still and felt the coldness of his touch on my face, how it affected me and sent chills running down my entire body.

His hand had touched my face yet I felt this tickling sensation down the middle of my back. That was all I needed, to know that I craved his touch. A lot. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, I wanted to feel his lips kissing my whole body and leaving marks there. I wanted to melt into his hotness and be his.

I watched his face close in on mine, his hand now holding my chin up, his eyes lowering to my lips. I waited, neck stretched to reach his lips whenever he wanted to get any closer but instead he smiles. A genuine heart fluttering smile and rubbed my chin tenderly.

His other hand trails down my forearm, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touched till he found my hands and captured them in his bigger ones.

” Have dinner with me ” he said. He doesn’t command me now, he made it clear he wasn’t trying to force me and I could refuse if I wanted.

My heart accelerates faster than anything as I watched his lips before mine. His breath smelled of mint. Manly and dismantling. But I wanted to be with him, refusing wasn’t anywhere near an option.

I nodded slowly before he stepped back. He reaches for the box in my hand and takes out the bracelet. He takes my right hand and fixes it on my wrist, tapping my hands like there was some imaginary dusts there. All the while, I watched him. Watched his thick eyelashes as they casted shadows over his face, his thick hair as they fell over his face. The first time I’d met him, he’d had his hair cut low to his scalp. After a few months with him, his hair has grown so long.

He steps back after fixing it, his eyes finding mine again before turning around and disappearing into the elevator. My heart continued to ponder after him.

What has this Mafia man done to me?