Kitten | 18+ {finished}

Forty-five

Ava

The sunlight snuck through the gaps of the curtains, forcing my body to wake up from the deep sleep I was in. I turned in the bed with a groan. My eyelids lifted and I could see my phone lay on the small table next to the bed. I reached for it and the screen showed 4:35 Pm.

I had taken a two-hour nap, still exhausted from last night. I had been out with a couple of my friends. It was supposed to be a calm night, just us hanging out at Emily's house, but then the alcohol was brought out. Let's just say that I'm fucking amazing at doing shots...

The bed I was in wasn't mine. I was at James' house, but considering how much time I spent here it might as well have been.

I walked out of the bed and into the bathroom that connected to the bedroom. I washed my face and did my skincare routine. It wasn't just the majority of my clothes that had moved in here, it was all sorts of stuff. Skincare, makeup, hair products.

To be honest we were practically living together now, except for me going back to my parents' once in a while as they still didn't know that I was in a relationship. Although they both were workaholics and it wasn't unusual for me to be away so often anyhow.

I was going to tell them about me and James, and soon. We were getting more and more serious and he was after all the man I had fallen head over heels in love with. I wanted to be able to share that with them. I just hoped they wouldn't judge him too much when they found out that he was a mafia boss. Or the big age gap.

After I was done applying a light layer of makeup, in an attempt to look better than I felt, I decided to get changed. Normally I would have just thrown on one of James' t-shirts and some shorts, but James had people over today. Important people.

They weren't his normal business partners, apparently, they were important to him as his role of the Don. I think he said that they were from another cartel that he had known since when his father was alive. They cooperated in shipping the drugs, or something like that. It was all very complicated. They were nothing like the Russians though. But I bet they were just as vicious.

I had no problem wearing dresses, as I had been wearing them since I was a little kid. I liked the different kinds that existed, short, long, flowy, tight. I decided to wear a simple black, loose dress.

I walked down the stairs to the foyer and continued towards the kitchen. The meeting that they were in right at this moment was being held in his office here at the mansion. I didn't want to disturb them, but I felt the need to bring some food for them if they were hungry. They had been in there for hours now, they had to eat, right?

Usually, his maids would do stuff like this, but they nearly ever worked when we were at the house. He had said he didn't like having people here that didn't need to be. Resulting in that they only worked when he wasn't home.

I brought some drinks as well, scotch mostly, and took the tray with me towards the stairs. The office was on the third floor, and when I finally got there I could hear muffled voices and laughter through the dark wooden door.

I took a deep breath and carefully knocked. It went silent before the familiar deep voice met my ear.

"Yes?"

I opened the door and stepped in, leaving it slightly open behind me. The room was big and poorly lightened up. There was a fireplace in the center of the wall with a sofa situated in front of it. Bookcases stood proudly along the walls, filled with books and binders. The walls were a dark brown wooden color, with lamps hanging from them, the only source of light as of now.