Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

I found it difficult to concentrate on sketching and when I looked down at my hand that was holding the pencil, I saw that it was shaking slightly. I closed my eyes and sighed. I can’t get my mind off him, and I couldn’t concentrate at all. I looked down at the couple of rough sketches that I managed to pull off and wasn’t impressed at the progress that I had made today.

“Lisa, are you ok?” my grandmother asked, she was worried and had probably sensed that something was off.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Really? You’ve been frowning a lot today,” she said, observantly.

“I’m just finding it a little difficult to concentrate. I think that’s enough for today, I’ll be back to take another crack at it tomorrow, ok?” I said as I put down the pencil in my hand.

No point pushing myself today. I still have enough time and so there was no need to rush. Now that the subject of the painting had been decided, I just had to complete the painting just like always.

I said goodbye to my grandmother and rode in the car back to the penthouse with my bodyguards. As usual, the ride was peaceful and quiet. The men in black did not talk to me unless it was necessary, and I didn’t mind it at all. My mind was still a mess and having some quiet time to rest as I just watched the scenery outside past me by as the car went pass was just the thing that I needed to help clear my mind.

…

It was late in the night, and I couldn’t go to sleep. Since moving in with Hayden, I haven’t been sleeping well at all. I looked at the clock on the wall which showed that it was already past midnight. It’s so late and Hayden isn’t back yet. I didn’t hear him come back at all which meant that he was still out.

My eyes grew wide with shock as I realized that I was thinking and perhaps worrying about Hayden. Hayden is a grown man, and he can take care of himself. It’s not exactly any of my business what time he came home. Even so…

so worried

front door slam open with a loud bang. Talk about a grand

for Hayden to return. It was

back so late?” I heard Auntie’s voice cry out as she tried to

said, his

man is

Auntie yelled loudly. She really does

It’s

first…Hayden!” Auntie shouted but to

opening and then closing with a loud thud. Hayden must have opened and then slammed the door of his bedroom shut. Poor Auntie, I wonder

some of the sketches that I did earlier today. Perhaps if I took another crack at it now, I would be able to concentrate on it better than earlier in the day? It’s worth

didn’t last too long. Suddenly, I heard a loud crashing sound

I go and ask if he’s ok?

He told me not to talk to him…but does

if complete silence after such as loud crash was a good

be. This is not