Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18
Late Night Disturbance
It was challenging but I knew that I had to keep in contact with the people in my life so that things could return to normal once I could go back to my usual life. I should probably start replying to my friend’s texts. My friends from university have been messaging in our group chat about meeting up for dinner some time soon. I’ve seen their messages but have yet to reply.
“That’s it for today. Let’s go back,” I said as I closed my sketchbook.
I still don’t have a definite idea for my painting, but I wouldn’t call this visit to the park a complete failure. Watching the happy people strolling by gave me a glimpse of hope. Things will get better, I just knew it.
…
When I got back to the penthouse, Hayden wasn’t back yet, to my relief. I didn’t want to run into him. To be honest, I didn’t know how to face him, and I suspected that he would bring me nothing but trouble. Auntie was there with a table full of dinner. There was so much food that I felt guilty for the starving people of the world.
“Hayden isn’t coming back for dinner, is he?” I asked.
“Oh…I’m not sure…but if you call him, I’m sure he would do his best to be back,” Auntie replied with a weak smile.
I was certain that she was getting this all wrong. I didn’t ask about Hayden because I wanted to have dinner with him. I asked because I didn’t want to have dinner with him. So, if he was coming back, I would rather skip on dinner and go to my room.
So, I’ll
number. Oh, and I don’t want it. It’s a…pleasant thing that he won’t be back for
before leaving me alone. By the time I had finished eating, Hayden was not yet home. Despite the delicious food, I
done anything for Hayden and obviously since I haven’t seen or
dining table, I had an idea. Reaching for the sketchbook, I flipped through the pages until I found the one that I had been looking for. Without hesitation, I slowly tore out the page and
for
and took a shower before I started going through a bunch of chats that I haven’t replied to. My friends were surprised that I had disappeared on them although it hasn’t been that
three men in black would be following me there. I had not received news that I couldn’t go out
on my sketchbook, it was getting late in the night and since I didn’t
…
It’s so loud outside…
of loud noises. It sounded like a group of people had entered the penthouse and there was
Girl friends, judging from the high pitch voices that I could hear outside. Why can’t they keep it down?