Him (A mafia story)

Chapter 14

I woke up angry and bitter the next morning. I knew it was childish of me to be upset with Nikolai for not having sex with me, but it's the way he'd done it that upset me. It had been a game to him, not an intimate moment. If anything, the events from the night before had confused me.

The first night I'd gotten here he'd been more than eager to jump the gun, but last night I'd practically begged him and he'd turned me down. Maybe this whole thing was a game to him. I shook off that thought. He wouldn't have opened up to me about Isabella if this was just a game to him.

He still felt like a stranger to me, but I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't have told me any of that if I didn't mean something to him. That was another thing I couldn't figure out: what the hell was I doing here? He'd made it very clear that he cared about me in some way, but I didn't know how much. He was always very hot and cold with me and it seemed easy for him to flip the switch. Yesterday in the bathtub was evidence of that. One second he was laughing, the next he seemed angry enough to kill me and, only a moment later, he had me writhing on the bed beneath him.

Just the thought of what could've happened last night made me dizzy and blush. I'd wanted it so badly... I closed my eyes, remembering the way his fingers had curled inside of me. My own hand slid down my stomach beneath the sheets. If I could just replicate the feeling

The door to the bedroom slammed open. I let out a strangled scream as I ripped my hand out of my underwear. My heart raced as I made eye contact with an amused Nikolai. "That was a cute scream, but I've heard you do better." He was referring to the time Marco had tortured but his tone was playful like his smile. me,

"I-What?" I was at a loss for words, my heart still racing from him bursting in here.

He walked in and threw himself onto the bed next to me. I'd never seen him in such a good mood and it was kind of scaring me. "I was hoping you'd be awake. I have the day off."

I sat up and looked down at him in confusion. "There are days off in the mafia?"

"Not technically, but Julian is in charge of all of our shipments today and I'm not supposed to meet with anyone, so I have the day off."

"Oh." I must've sounded like a genius with my single syllable response. My brain was still a little foggy from sleep.

"What do we want to do today?" He sounded like a kid asking his friend what they wanted to do during recess. It made me laugh.

"We? What makes you think I want to spend the day with you? Don't you have better things to do on your day off?" I was still upset with him about last night and I was being stubborn.

He narrowed his eyes on me, but he didn't move from his relaxed position on the bed. "I took the day off because I'm going to spend it with you." you, so

My eyebrows rose, but I quickly hid my surprise. "I didn't ask you to do that."

He sat up and stared at me hard. "So you're telling me you don't want to go outside?"

Suddenly all my stubbornness melted away. I hadn't been outside since I'd gotten here and I missed it. I guess he could tell, too. I glanced out the window at the trees that surrounded the property. The leaves were swaying in a light breeze and the sky was clear. Going outside was the only thing I wanted to do.

"We'll go anywhere you want to go." He added, sensing my resolve had weakened.

I finally tore my gaze away from the window to look at him. "I haven't been to Central Park since I was a kid." I said quietly.

His eyes narrowed in mistrust. "Central Park is a very public place." It was a sentence, but it spoke volume. He was asking if he could trust me to not make a scene or any attempts to get away from him.