The Mafia Lord's Captive✅

Chapter 15

Alessia

The tension in the room grew two-fold as I battled with the urge not to close the tiny gap between our faces. It was hard not to give in to the temptation. I finally mustered the courage and jerked away, maintaining enough distance. "I'm going to bed," was what I said, turning my back to him. My heart was still racing inside. This wasn't supposed to be what I should be feeling. Anger should be my feelings towards him, not the other way around.

The moment his hand circled my wrist, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself back anymore. Angelo's lips came down on mine in a demanding manner. I wasted no time in parting my lips and also wrapping my arms around his neck. I moaned into the kiss as our bodies went down the bed. Angelo pulled away slightly. "You don't have the right to decide what I do with my lips. And you can't decide when I should kiss you and when I shouldn't," he whispered.

The way he said it sent heat through my body. At that moment, I didn't even care about his words. I only wanted his touch all over my body. His big body towered over mine. I was under him while he was atop me. He made slow movements of his face and captured my lips once again. My hand went over and cupped his face, deepening the kiss. Angelo sucked on my lower lip before going down to trail kisses over my neck. More heat coursed through my body. My body was on fire with the way Angelo's touches were affecting me.

Goosebumps appeared on my skin when Angelo lifted my top and pressed a kiss on my belly. I squirmed underneath. His lips lingered there. I didn't know what he was planning to do to my body, but I think I would lose my senses. Just when I thought I had prepared myself for more pleasure, Angelo suddenly pulled away. I opened my eyes, which were closed, and looked at him. An unreadable expression was plastered on his face. I didn't get to summon the words out of my mouth when he got down from the bed and walked away, leaving my core throbbing and craving his touch.

**

Three days had gone by since that night, but I still couldn't figure out the reason why Angelo behaved the way he did. I had racked my brain to find the reason why Angelo pulled away just like that. Why he left me hanging? Was that to punish me for hissing at him? I don't want to sound as if I was desperate to have sex with him. I just couldn't hold myself. My eyes kept going to the stairs for a sign of him. I haven't seen him for three days straight. Funny enough, that made me worried. Not only for the fact that he left me in the middle of something the other night.

Marco, Elijah, and Kevin were the only ones around. I don't know whether he was trying to avoid me or what his reasons were for not showing up at all. The men aren't saying anything either. Not even Lillian.

So tonight, I decided to confront him. Whatever his reason was, I would know. I don't know if that will end up in an argument. I left the dining with my plate towards the kitchen. "You didn't finish your food," Lillian said, eyeing my unfinished food.

"I don't have much of an appetite. Thanks for the food." I offered a smile. I was about to leave the kitchen when Lilian spoke up. "You guys still haven't talked?"

So, she now has the mouth to speak when she mentioned nothing to me. No one did.

"It doesn't matter," I said, then left the kitchen. The men are engaged in their conversation that they don't seem to notice me. I decided to interrupt them by speaking up. "Where is he?"

Marco was the first to react. "Who?"

"You know who I'm referring to. Stop pretending."

"In his study room, obviously. But I don't think he'd appreciate any distraction right now. Especially from you," Kevin answered. I didn't even cast him a look.

"He'd have to deal with that." Whether he appreciates it or not, I don't care. I stood in front of his door and fisted my knuckles on it. His deep voice ushered me to come in.

A look of surprise was plastered on his face as I stepped in. I bet he wasn't expecting me to show up. "What are you doing here?"

I scoffed. I thought as much. As straightforward a person as I am, I went on directly. "Looks like you enjoy being a shadow."

His brows creased, and he closed off the laptop in front of him and stood up. I gulped down. I should keep my composure. I'm here to give him a piece of my mind. "What do you mean?"

"I want to let you know that I'm not a pushover. Someone you can control however you want. I'm a human being, not a toy for you to play with."

"Where is all this coming from?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of his desk and also folding his arms across his chest. Now, he's pretending to be clueless.

I stepped further towards him but gave enough distance between us. "Let me remind you in case you have forgotten what you did the other night. I am not a slut," I spat. "And you don't have to avoid me because I don't care. What happened was a mistake."

I was seething inside, but I didn't allow it to show. I kept my cool. His lips then curved up. "You're angry. And you care."

"No, I am not. I'm just here to give you a piece of my mind. And to also tell you that I'm not someone you can control easily!" I spat, narrowing my eyes at him. His smirk grew wider.

"You have too much pride. What would a woman even see in you? All you do is force yourself on people and control them!" I ended the last statement, panting hard.

"Are you done?" He asked, getting off the desk and standing straight. "All this anger because I left you hanging. Left you craving for me."

I rolled my eyes. "Excuse me. I don't see what to crave here." I eyed him from head to toe. "I have a boyfriend that is way hotter than you." Okay, that was a lie. I have no boyfriend.

A smile erupted from him. "At least I am hot. He's just hotter."

"You are not," I spat back.

"I can have any woman I want without the need of me going to them. They come to me."

"You can't have me. You almost did. But you won't get that privilege again."

He folded his arms again. "And you think you can hold in your desires?" I gulped down.

"Like I said, I'm not a slut or a horny bitch. You can have any woman you want for all I care. All the best!" With that, I stormed out of the study room.

Due to the frustration and anger I was feeling, I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. "Remember, Alessia, you don't care. No matter how much his presence is tempting you, hold it in." I assured myself before making my way out. With nothing to do, I hopped into bed. A nap should work on the thoughts roaming in my head.

I didn't expect to sleep for more than an hour. Yet, I did. I woke up to find the sun had already gone down and it was evening already. I slept for a good four hours. But then again, the sleep had quite calmed my brain down. Only that hunger was about to invade my intestines. A yawn escaped me at that moment, reminding me of how empty my stomach was. I wasted no time in leaving the room.

I could hear the sound of voices from the stairs. I was met with Marco and Elijah, then an unfamiliar face - a woman dressed in a flimsy dress. "Okay, I'm giving you the joker award, Marco," I heard her say. They didn't seem to notice me at that moment until Lilian announced that dinner was ready.

The young woman gave me a look. "And who is she?" She asked. Marco's eyes went from me to her.

"She's a maid," the familiar voice of Angelo resonated from the front door. I wasn't the only one shocked at his words; Marco's eyes were also widened.

"You're finally back, Angelo," The lady said, walking towards him. I was still in a state of shock when she pulled him into a hug. "It's been a while, buddy," I heard her say. Angelo's gaze shifted to me.

"It's nice to see you again, Annie," he said as they pulled apart. I clenched my fist by my side. Did he call me a maid?

"You still roam around the city like a nightwatchman."

"That's our line of job. Let's eat dinner first, then you tell me why you're here in Italy," he flashed her a smile, and together they walked towards the dining room. His words were the only thing ringing in my head. She's a maid.