บททั้งหมดของ My Back-Up Boyfriend is a Mafia Boss: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

I can tell that he can recognize the speed of my heartbeat from the way his stares make me flush and the way he talks to me. I could only shake my head in response to him. He mumbled to me again, "Ari, love, tell me to stop right now." He was pleading as his hands continued to roam over my chest and he continued to trail moist kisses over my neck and to my shoulders. "Stop me now, Ari. Stop me when I still have the strength to do so." But I remained speechless and just kept moaning in pleasure at what he was doing to me. "Baby, tell me to stop right away, because if you don't right now, I simply wouldn't be able to anymore even if you already wanted me to." Although I am being repeatedly asked by him to hold him back and stop him from making further advances toward me, I am completely powerless to do so. And it is for the sole reason that, as much as he is, I am truly enjoying this also. And despite the battle going on between my brain and my heart, in all honesty, I have no desire fo

I am sitting in the room, slumped on the couch, eyebrows raised. I am feeling annoyed now. I have been like this since just a couple of minutes ago. And why not? He has been late in coming back again. He promised me that he wouldn't take too much time, but guess what? Until now, he hasn't returned. And I am starting to get really pissed off and not in the mood. I stood up and paced around the room, thinking about what in the world could have kept him again. He is supposed to be here by now, and every moment that I keep waiting, my annoyance just keeps rising. I moved back onto the couch again and sat. I am counting the minutes in my head when he will come back so we can talk. And in a couple of seconds, the door burst open, and there he was, grinning at me and trying to be all gorgeous and flirty. I simply could not help but sulk as he walked into the room while saying, "Don't say anything else now, babe. I'm so sorry for having to keep you waiting, baby. Don't get all mad at me now.

I know so well that while I have been treated like a queen here by my own gang, Elliot has tirelessly made me feel rejected all the time. I can't expect everyone to treat me the same, but with Elliot, I was really expecting something different, of course. I have known him since I was seven, and I know how much he cared for me when we were growing up, and this is why I can not really accept the sudden change in his heart. And while Markus started rambling on about that night that I wanted to just forget, I also can't seem to help but recall hurtful scenarios and feel heartbroken over and over again, as I recall how much I was looking forward to what was supposed to happen between us that night. I almost thought that it would have been the perfect time for me and Elliot to fix things and just start making memories together. And before he left the room, I was even celebrating. And so that served as an excellent lesson for me as well, to not rejoice too soon. In fact, we might as well n

Men are genuinely assholes. Whoever they may be, they will surely be assholes in the making. And that is what I truly believe in. Regardless of what they say, it still ends with men being bastards as ever. Just like how much of a fucking asshole Elliot Allister is. He is nothing more than a douche! He may be the great mafia king, but it doesn't erase the fact that he is not man enough to face the woman he loves. And Elliot Allister is a dickhead more than anything else for hurting and embarrassing Ari and treating her with disrespect in the manner he did. And what's worse, he did those things in front of his friends and trusted men. And nothing would make him happier than punching that jerk until he died. And the fucking asshole that I am talking about is none other than me. I am the fucking bastard, Elliot Allister. And yes, I wanted to kill myself for hurting Ariella Gregory. I always tell myself that I love that woman. Ari is my life. But for some reason, I always find the easiest

I stared at him, dumbfounded. Kyle can really leave me speechless most of the time with just his words. "What the hell?! I am not a wuss! Now get out and leave me in my darkness tranquil." "Well, that request? Still, the answer is no. Have you become a vampire now that you want to remain in the darkness all the dang time?" As he approached me, he spoke while trying to look at a couple of beers on the floor. He shook his head in dismay as he seemed to be counting how many beer cans I plan to consume again. "And just look at that. The vampire is trying to drink himself to oblivion once more." "What brings you to my place?" I questioned Instead, "You must report to the warehouse because there will be an incoming cargo tonight. So stop blabbering to me about the things that are of no importance at all to us." "No need to worry, boss. I've already issued the men all the instructions for the shipments this evening. Brit will also be in command of just about everything, and he is capable o