Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

I gulped and hesitantly followed him to the sofa. He patted the spot next to him indicating that that was where he wanted me to sit. I sat down next to him, trying my best to keep my eyes on my own lap. I could feel Hayden staring at my face and I couldn’t look back at him.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Hayden asked casually as he began scrolling through movie recommendations on the large screen.

“Didn’t you have one in mind?” I asked. I mean, he was the one who invited me to a movie…or more like dragged me here.

“Choose one,” he said as he tossed me the remote control.

Great. Hayden was watching my every move and didn’t seem to pay any attention to the movie choices on the screen that I was scrolling through at all. What should I choose? I don’t even want to watch anything, let alone with Hayden.

“What about this one?” I asked. The green light on the screen indicating one of the newest action sci-fi movie that was supposed to have very good computer graphics.

I didn’t choose this movie because I was particularly interested in it but because out of the options I had scrolled through in the recommended section, this one was the shortest in terms of minutes. The shorter the movie, the sooner that I’ll be able to leave, right?

“Sure…” Hayden replied without even looking at the screen and I started to have a very bad feeling about this.

I clicked play and the movie started. Just like Hayden, I wasn’t interested in the movie either, but I pretended to watch it anyways. I wondered once again what he really wanted and why he had bothered to drag me here.

I sat there stiffly as I glued my eyes to the screen. Hayden didn’t say anything as he also watched the movie. After a short while, Hayden sighed as if bored and turned to face me.

said as he gestured with his hand towards

wasn’t a

the sofa and rested an arm on the armrest of the sofa. However, my relief didn’t last

you doing?” I asked in a breathy whisper as my eyes

his back with his head on my lap. Was this why he asked me

lap as my personal pillow…what else?” Hayden answered without a care

movie…?” I asked

my lap with the loud movie still on like this?

he replied without

disbelief. In all my life,

your left hand…” Hayden demanded with

realization. He’s asking specifically for my left hand, the hand that he had claimed as his own. I hesitated and Hayden began losing his patience

hand…” he repeated, his voice dead

slowly placed my left

satisfied smile in the dimly lit room as he felt my left hand in his. With his head still on my lap, Hayden brought my left hand up to his lips and kissed its palm. His kiss on my palm was soft and sweet. He planted small

emotionless voice before he continued to plant small and light kisses on my fingers.

breath was tickling the skin of my hand. It was difficult for me to stay still, and I started squirming a little in my seat leading to Hayden’s complaint. I let