Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Hayden had arrived and is sitting very close to me opposite the dinner table. This is the closest that we’ve gotten since we met at the church at what was supposed to be our wedding. Although, it failed miserably at my relief. Well, at least, he isn’t dead drunk this time, I thought as I looked at the man sitting opposite to me. Now that I had a chance to see him up close, I had to admit that Hayden is extremely handsome and attractive. Light blond hair, flawless skin, bright blue eyes, and a very handsome face with a straight nose. He looks like an angel, a prince, a Greek god, and everything else along those lines. As I have observed before at the church, Hayden was very tall, and I barely reached his shoulders even in those ultra-high heels I was forced to wear at our failure of a wedding. I wasn’t surprised that he had a girlfriend or at least a lover…or two…or more…? I was also sure that

**Clap Clap Clap**“That was quite a cute little show…now…try your best to stay very still,” Hayden said as he clapped his hand with pleasure.Lazily, Hayden slowly stood up from his seat and came to stand directly in front of me. He’s so close…we’re not even an arm’s length away from each other. I felt my body freeze as his blue eyes locked with mine. For the life of me, no matter how I struggled internally, I couldn’t look away from his captivating eyes. I held my breath and for a moment, I forgot to breath entirely. I didn’t know what he wanted from me. “Ah…” I let out a slight sound and quickly bit my lower lip to silence myself. Hayden had reached out a hand and touched my right shoulder with the back of his hand before running his fingertips slowly and softly down my right arm. “What are you…doing?” I asked stunn

It was challenging but I knew that I had to keep in contact with the people in my life so that things could return to normal once I could go back to my usual life. I should probably start replying to my friend’s texts. My friends from university have been messaging in our group chat about meeting up for dinner some time soon. I’ve seen their messages but have yet to reply.  “That’s it for today. Let’s go back,” I said as I closed my sketchbook. I still don’t have a definite idea for my painting, but I wouldn’t call this visit to the park a complete failure. Watching the happy people strolling by gave me a glimpse of hope. Things will get better, I just knew it. … When I got back to the penthouse, Hayden wasn’t back yet, to my relief. I didn’t want to run into him. To be honest, I didn’t know how to face him, and I suspected

Without replying to him, I turned the doorknob and swung the door open. A look of slight surprise crossed Hayden’s face as the door swung open before it was replaced by a smug smile. “Why are you…mhhhmm!” I asked before my question was suddenly silence. For a second, I didn’t understand what just happened. I felt his hand holding the back of my head and his warm lips on mine. I could smell the smell of alcohol in his breath as he continued to kiss me. Hayden…is kissing me. My eyes widened in shock when the reality of the situation started to sink in. I pushed against his broad and hard chest with my hands, trying to separate our bodies from each other. However, he only held the back of my head tighter as his other arms snaked around my waist, pulling my body harder against his. Hayden skillfully pried my mouth open with the tip of his hot and

“Oh…Well, don’t overthink things. I’m sure Master Hayden appreciates what you’ve done for him, he just doesn’t usually eat breakfast. That’s all…” Auntie said but I could tell that she wasn’t confident. “You’re the one overthinking things. I didn’t make breakfast for him because I thought he would eat it, I just figured that he wouldn’t be up in the morning so if I made breakfast then I wouldn’t have to see him,” I stated quite bluntly. When I turned to face Auntie, the sad and solemn look on her face made me regret my words immediately. Even if those words were an accurate reflection of what I was thinking and feeling, perhaps they were too harsh for Auntie to take. I knew that she wanted Hayden and I to get together and get married and so on. However, that was impossible. “Miss Malissa…” Auntie whispered