Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to the Mafia Boss : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The following morning, I woke up to the stinging sunlight invading my eyes. I squint to adjust better to the sudden brightness in the room. I heard water running in the bathroom and finally opened my eyes after the much needed contemplation. I picked myself up and stepped off the bed. I stepped towards the bathroom and leaned on the door. I didn't know why I was at the door listening in on the water running but I knew it was suiting and at some point, everything blended with the background and I was just standing there, staring into air. The door suddenly pulls open and I'm falling, only stopping when I collided with a hard solid, wet body. I looked up, groaning in pain as my head plemmeted on Logan's damp chest. I'd drifted away with the sound of the water that I didn't hear it stop. I quickly pulled back, my hair now sticking to my face from coming in contact with his dripping body. I looked up to see the surprise in his face, which now turns into an amusement as

Logan bangs his hands on the nearest table and I shook in fear. He turns around, his breath heavy and uneven. When he'd pulled me away from the bitch, I'd known something was wrong. But I'd only imagine he was upset at the pervert he looked like he was going to punch. But I'd thought wrong. " What the hell was that huh?! " He growled at me. " You think I'm an idiot right? I saw you looking at that fucking pervert since we got to that fucking beach! And then you go off flirting with him?! " " I wasn't doing anything . . . . . " I tried to defend myself but he doesn't let me, cutting me off straight up. " Shut the fuck up, Layla! I fucking saw everything! He was gonna buy you a drink! Tell me did you like it? Did you like the fact that he had his eyes all over his body, that he wanted to touch your body? " I didn't know what exactly he wanted me to say. He was being driven again by jealousy, failing to see the actual reason here. " Answer me! " " Logan I wasn't doing anything

I helped her sit on the bar stool as we were soon consumed on our mutual conversation. " Tell me Layla, what inspired you to wanna go to art school? " I asked her as soon as we're settled in our seats. Layla shifts on her seat before replying " well . . . . . . . I could say that ever since I was a little girl, I've always loved beautiful things. I started taking the longer route to school because there was a man who painted there, even though kids like me weren't allowed inside, I'd stay on the window every day watching the little birds flying around, especially in the summers. It's so beautiful and I always imagine what it'd be like to have that in paper and watch it every day. As I grew older, I started to paint. Uh, my best friend . . . . She ah got me this painting colors that I used to paint with, " she watches her fingers, her lips smiling at the memory " I'd always go to my homeroom teacher's office so she could borrow me so plain sheets and she loved that I painted, " l

Logan drove us to an uptown building that I hadn't realized was a restaurant combined with a ballet house and a club house until we walked into the massive building. There's four ushers waiting at the revolving door to welcome us in, their smiles contagious. They soon ushered us to our table at the front of the place. The walls are glass and tinted from the outside, the table glass, with golden lights spreading throughout the room. At the top front of the room was a piano man, streaming some music and a woman dressed like Madonna singing gently in front of a microphone right next to the piano. You could tell from the look of things that everyone here were very much sophisticated and high ranked people. " This place is beautiful, Logan " I told him as soon as he sat down too. " I hope you enjoy today, love " I beamed with a smile and picked up the menu. I looked through it and tried to decide what to eat. I ended up ordering one of the most delicious delicacies Maddy and I us

His voice paralyzed me even more than the fears already did. I gulped hard and watched Logan retreating back, creating apeace between us. " Layla, are you there? " His voice comes off again. " Yes . . . . .it's me . . . . ." He lets out a sigh of relief " ahhh thank God. My God, Layla. What happened to you? Your number didn't go through again. Your social media . . . I couldn't reach you anywhere . . . . . Are you alright? " I quickly wiped out my tears and composed my voice enough so he doesn't catch on that I was crying. " You said you wanted to speak with me, " I said " can we meet tomorrow? " " Yes, totally! Um. . . . . .pick where you want us to meet and . . .and I'll be there. " " I'll text that to you. See you tomorrow Emma. " I disconnected the call before he could say another word. I turned a look at Logan to find he wasn't paying me much attention. From the distance, he had his back turned to me. I remained silent, not even wanting to share all I'd discussed with