The Long Lost Mafia Princess

Book 2 chapter 48

This man who I've only been dating for only a month but have loved ever since the day we met.

Roman hugs me tight before giving me a kiss on the head, than hands me my shirt.

I blush remembering that I don't have a shirt on and quickly put it on while Roman comments on my blush, "you look cute when you blush."

Him saying that only makes me blush more.

I am not joking when I tell you that he literally pinches my cheeks together while awing.

I look at him like he's crazy and slap his hands away.

He just smirks, fucking hell he wanted that reaction.

Roman helps me of the counter before I walk to my vanity.

I sit down while Roman leans on the wall next to it.

God damm it, he looks hot.

I look at myself in the vanity and start with my now dry hair.

I grab heet protection spray and do that in my hair first. After that I section out my hair, putting some up with a clip then start with curing my hair while Roman and I talk.

"You good?" He asks worried

"Yeah, why?" I ask while holding the curling iron an inch away from my head so I don't burn myself while my hair is wrapped around it.

He point at my hands, "they're shaking and you have been an -excuse my language- anxious mess all day." He states.

I look in the mirror at my hands.

They are shaking.

Oh

Well that doesn't matter, it always happens when I'm nervous and stuff.

"I'm okay, Ro" I tell him but my shaky hand that is holding the curling iron, suddenly connects with my head.

I curse under my breath when I feel the heet against my head.

I release my hair after a few more seconds from the wand but keep holding my hair for a few seconds more, only than do I release it completely.

A beautiful curl appears in the hair while Roman starts talking once more.

"You're not and two seconds ago you burned your head like it was nothing" he says.

"It's okay Roman, I'm just a little anxious, nothing to worry about" I tell him.

He looks skeptical and doesn't let it go, "no, come. Give me the curling iron, I'll do it. I don't want you to burn yourself" he says while holding out his hand.

His veiny hand, his big veiny hand.

Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me.

I need an exorcisme something.

I snap out of my thoughts and hand him the iron, making sure not to burn him in the process.

He walks behind me and grabs a piece of hair.

"Do you even know how to curl hair?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I've seen you do it like almost every weekend when we go to your family" he says.

"Mhm, just don't burn my hair off" I sort of reason.

"I won't" he says confidently.

"Promise?"

He looks at me unsure through the mirror while making that unsure sounds.

"Roman!?" I call out

"I won't, just joking. I promise my love" he says while looking me in the eyes through the mirror.

"Okay, better keep your promise or you have a lot of making up to do." I say serious but a little jokingly.

He just smiles, "there are a lot of ways that I can think of to make things up with you" he says now smirking.

"Roman!" I say in complete shock, but laugh a little.

Horny ass bastard.

Well I can't say that I'm not the same.

He laughs a little but the smirk never leaves his face.

He starts to do my hair while I start on my minimalistic make-up.

I just put some concealer and mascara on then finish it all of with some lipgloss.

When I'm finished I see that Roman has finished with the first quarter of my hair.

"Ro?"

"My love" he acknowledges but his eyes don't leave the curling iron.

"What do you think that girl will be like?" I ask him.

He looks up for a second before looking back down, "is that what is bugging you?" He asks gently.

"Maybe" I say in hardly a whisper while shrugging my shoulders.

"My love, you don't have to worry about that. You and I both know that Allesandro wouldn't date someone who would be mean to their family nor would he date a girl who's only looking for money instead of love. So calm down and take deep breaths." He says.

I close my eyes and take a very deep breath, hold it for a few seconds and release it.

Some tension from in my body leaves when I breathe out which makes me relax more.

"Good, another one"

I do as he says and keep taking deep breaths.

Soon I start doing some anxiety exercises, my eyes still shut.

When Roman suddenly places his hand on my cheek, my eyes open once more.

I look up to see Roman looking down at me with a gentle, comforting smile on his face.

He doesn't say anything, instead he walks out of the way which makes me able to see my hair.

"Wow" I say surprised.

I turn to look at Roman who has a big smile on his face, "I didn't fuck it up, did I?" He says.

"No, you didn't" I tell him before pulling him close to me and hug him.

"Thank you" I thank him while rubbing some circles on his back.

His hand flies to my hair where he starts to play with my hair but makes sure not to mess anything up.

"You're welcome" he says while pulling me up.

I wrap my arms around his neck while he wraps his around my waist.

I love this man so much, so so much that I can't even try to express it.

A thousand words wouldn't even be able to do it.

How in the world could I have ever deserved a man like this. How can I even deserve a man like this.

Roman is way too good for me. He's so sweet and thoughtful, gentle and understanding, so many words to describe him which only makes it more and more obvious that I will never ever deserve him.