The Mafia Heiress

Turmoil

HIM

ADRIK KOZLOV
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I woke up in the morning. It was really early. The clock showed 6:30 a.m. , i looked at my side , her back was turned towards me. I wonder where she was that night. I slapped her thigh last night and her wound was starting to bleed.

I tried knocking at the bathroom door last night but a bigger part of me wanted to returned to the bed which i did and drifted to sleep.

I'm feeling a little heavy , i don't know what is it exactly but it is there.

I went on my morning walk and after returning back i straight went to hit the gym. After 3 hours in the gym i did my morning routine and showered. I wore a formal suit and did my breakfast.

I wanted to talk to her but no words came out. My mind being in a turmoil of her thought , i soon left for my office.

I had a lot of meeting today and had to sign some shipments. I had to work a lot today.

I entered inside my office and sat on my office chair and started examining the files after my assistant told me my schedule.

I had been working for hours but still my mind was wandering towards that one particular person.

The emotion i was feeling wasn't guilt. It wasn't sympathy. Not pity either. It was something different , an emotion that i never felt.

I was done with my work somehow , my thoughts were still consumed by my wife.

My chain of thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the door , my secretary entered after i muttered a small "come in."

He was here to tell me about the upcoming event preparations. This is being held to publicly announce the wedding.

I've been too busy to look for the upcoming event.

My assistant informed everyone except her.

I've been too busy working but my attention wasn't on the important work.

It was rather on someone who sleeps at night while hogging up the whole bed. The one with the vanilla scent , the scent that has corrupted my bedroom and my bedsheets. A person with short height. It was a maddening site to sore eyes.

My assistant cleared his throat as i looked at him. "Is there something important left? If not you may leave." I said in my usual calm and calculated tone. "Sir , I've informed all the guests including Mrs. Kozlov." He said professionally. My heart did something after hearing her name along with my last name. "You're doing good. I'll give you a higher pay this month." The man thanked me and took his leave with a smile.

Possession. Claim. The only emotions that i could feel right now.

I knew i wouldn't be able to stay away from the little devil in my house. But my ego was bigger than this feeling. She has got an attitude that i hate , she makes me loose my patience.

I have a lot of patience usually but all she does is test it. She gets on my nerves but i couldn't help but admire the way she does it. Though i won't ever admit it but i know , deep in my heart.

I don't know what happened to her and by whom she was shot. She didn't even bother telling me what happened to her , not like i was impatient for it.

She killed the person who shot her. Impressive.

I checked the files last time and got up to leave for home. I started my car and after 25 minute drive i reached at the mansion. I entered inside to find it empty. I checked the bedroom but no one was there.

I changed my clothes and took a long shower. What i really longed were relaxing after work.

I was starving since morning as i was surviving on tasteless black coffee to stay awake. I entered inside the kitchen as i looked at the person cooking in the kitchen.

White apron covering a black silk two-peice night set. Her blonde hair tied in a messy bun. The skin of her back peeking through her cropped top. Her silk shorts coming above her inner thigh as the bandaid on her leg wrapped around it.

I was already aroused by her appearance but her attire makes it impossibly hard for me not to loose control.

I moved closer to her and turned her towards me. I examined her leg as it was better than last night.

I looked at the bandaid , it was freshly changed. I stroked her thigh as her soft luscious skin came in contact with my warm hands.

I could already sense her annoyed gaze as she removed my hands from her thigh. "Stop touching me!" She said pissed and turned around.

I couldn't help but stare at her exposed skin. I shrugged my thoughts as she was still caged between my arms but was cooking something. I came close to her and whispered in her ear. "How is your injury?" I said caressing the bandaid gently.

I could tell she was pissed. "Better than last night when you decided to slap my thigh. Aren't you a big asshole?" She said through gritted teeth. "I would've had kicked your ass one more time before leaving to clean my wound." She said coming dangerously closer as she punched me harshly on my shoulder.

I could feel her globes touching my chest as i pulled her closer by her waist , making her chest bump into mine. "Is little princess hurt?" I said mockingly. "Can't even handle a bullet?" I said , trying to get a reaction out of her.

She tried pushing me away but my grip tightened on her waist. "What is your problem you fucker! Leave me!" I ignored her protests. I served the pasta in a plate with her still caged between me with a hand on her waist. My hand moved from her waist to her inner thigh as i caressed it and left after taking food.

I took the plate with me leaving her with no pasta. She looked at me annoyed and snatched the plate from my hands.

She disappeared in the bedroom as i went to the living room.

I've been letting my emotions get out of hand. I couldn't help but be drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I hate her attitude and guts. But somewhere deep inside me i know i crave for the forbidden.

Nightwear:

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