The Devil Wants Me - 18+ Mafia Romance

TWO

This is a long one!

I will probably come back to this and split some into chapter one. 

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The following morning I'm woken by a furball resting on my face, unfortunately that wasn't the worst part. Slowly opening my eyes the sun rushes in through the large open window. I'm almost blinded as my head begins to pound against my eyes, the migraine coming on strong. Pushing Tiger off my face with great difficulty I curse out whoever invented wine and its deliciousness.

My phone begins to blare loudly from the bedside table. I groan loudly as I bury my face into the pillow. Deciding to ignore it, I threw the pillow over my head. Once it cuts off, I let myself relax again. On the brink of sleep the bastard device starts to ring once again. Suppressing the tears, I answered it without checking the caller ID. "What." I huff into the phone, annoyed at whoever was interrupting my sleep.

"Well that's no way to greet your mother." Inwardly I groaned wishing I had checked the ID. With a deep breath, I ready myself to fake pleasantries. Sitting up, I lean against the bed board and allow Tiger to climb onto my lab for morning cuddles. I need the extra support to deal with Bethany at any time of day.

"Sorry, I just woke up. One too many wines last night."

"Well I suppose I can't argue with that." I just know she's holding back a sarcastic remark. The only thing we ever seem to agree on is alcohol, probably because it numbs us both from each other's presence.

"What do you want mum?" Cutting right to it. I'd rather not spend more time talking to the woman than I have. The fur ball on my lap however is another story, the sooner the call is ended the sooner I can cuddle him. As though reading my mind his purrs got louder encouraging the ear rubs I was giving to him.

"Right, well your father and I would like you to come to dinner tonight." My heart rate quickens at the request, I would gladly go to dinner with dad, but now that he's ill it's hard to do that.

"Astra are you there?" Snapping out of my daze, I clear my throat hoping to rid of the emotional lump that had formed.

"Yes, sorry."

"I can't make it tonight, I'm busy grading papers." The lie comes easy, years of practice and anything to get away from her would turn anyone into a great liar.

"This isn't an open invitation Astra! You will be there, seven sharp." Her voice is firm and authoritative leaving no room for argument.

"I-" The call cuts off with a beep. Son of bitch!

Growling in frustration I throw my phone onto the bed. At my sudden movements Tiger leaps off the bed startled. "Sorry boy." I grumble under my breath.

I venture into the kitchen not long after. "Morning sunshine." Jenna greets me with a bright smile for someone nursing a hangover. Wearing a matching blue set of gym wear you can't help but be drawn to her bright blue eyes. Jenna is definitely a looker, standing a good few inches shorter than me at five foot one with a toned little body and beautiful golden hair. She's every man's wet dream. I'm not surprised Greg has a thing for her.

"How are you so chirpy?" I sit at the table and let her do her thing. With a fresh mug of coffee now in front of me, I thank her.

"Come on Yoga Saturday, it will help us detox from all the food and wine we consumed last night." Following her movements around the kitchen. She sets two bowls down and adds a helping of slow cooked oats to each bowl. I don't complain about her taking charge in the mornings, it makes my life easier and she enjoys doing it. On the odd occasion I wake up before her, which isn't often, I will make breakfast. But my duties lay with dinner, I'm the better cook apparently.