บททั้งหมดของ Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ElleI'm fairly certain that in my past life, I must've done something terrible to offend the gods. Why else will my luck be this bad? I must’ve committed some sort of dreadful crime to have karma breathing down my neck in such a way."Will that be all, Angel?"Will that be all?Will that be all?This man is really something.I glanced over at the mountain of glossy shopping bags stacked side by side—bags that now belonged to me.My mouth opens, then shuts, then opens again."Will that be all, ma'am?” The shop assistant is the one to ask me this time, and I'm seconds away from telling her that I don't need her to repeat the question.She doesn't look half as stunned as I am. In fact, she looks rather pleased with my splurge, but then again, her smiling face could also stem from the fact that her eyes hadn't moved from Aaron since we got here.So I could be wrong.Slowly I turn my head towards my fiancé and feel my irritation spike at the teasing smile now growing on his lips.I could

Elle (Fourteen, London) My mother was drunk. Again. I stared at her almost lifeless body crouched over the toilet bowl. Her hair stuck to her face in dark curls, the tip wet with what I can only assume to be vomit, but I refused to settle on the idea. Had she slept here? Probably. It wasn't unusual for my mother to come home disoriented after a night out drinking with her friends and mistake a room in the house for her bedroom. A groan that sounded more like that of a wounded coyote than a human being slipped from her lips and I'm thankful because that inhuman sound means that she is alive. Without any warning she attempted to push herself up, using the toilet seat as leverage. Unfortunately, she doesn't make it very far and seconds later she collapsed to the floor. Her shoulders fell and her head rolled back on its own. When her gaze lifted to meet mine, mascara streaked down the corners of her eyelids and her cheeks. Her lipstick was smudged, her blouse dishevelled and with

ElleThere's a strange woman in Aaron's Kitchen. Her back is turned to me, and she's rummaging through the fridge, pulling out one thing after the other with a practised ease, as though she knows where everything is.My heart rate doubles and I don't know why, but the way she glides through the kitchen, graceful and confident, sends a wave of uneasiness down my gut.Who is she?Why is she here?She spins around and I freeze. Her eyes go round and her lips form a tiny O shape."Well, this is awkward," she says. She had an accent, faint but distinct, much like mineYoubeen told. "I wasn't watching you" I say. I don't know why those are the first words to come out of my lips maybe it's because she's looking at me like I'm a creature from a strange planet."Are you lost?" I blink. It takes me a full second to realise that the question is directed at me."Excuse me?""It's not like Aaron to let his guests stay the night." She says the word guests with enough implications that it doesn't t

Aaron Breakfast goes on without any hitch. My sister and her husband feed the twins while happily chatting away with Elle about God knows what. I haven't listened to a word uttered from either of their mouths since I sat down simply because my mind, gaze and body, are all attuned to the one gorgeous woman sitting next to me. Surprisingly, she's good with the kids. Elle asks them about their interest and looks genuinely interested in their reply. She talks with Ava about the plans for her latest exhibition. Her eyes light up in a way I've never seen before and I'm completely enraptured by it. And when they leave to go play, she acts disappointed. Earlier, when she told my sister that she loved me, I'd been struck speechless. Helpless under the possibility that she might be telling the truth. Logically, I know how ridiculous that sounds. I've barely gotten to know her these last few days, but she'd spun up a tale so elaborate that I had no choice but to let my walls down and a

ElleThe next few days are dull and uneventful.I spend my days locked up in my room and my evenings exploring the estate.Turns out this place is a lot bigger than I originally thought. I've also discovered a new cozy little spot just behind the main mansion, which is perfect for relaxation and, honestly, getting away from everything, which is something I've found myself wanting to do more and more each day, especially with the Langston Senatorial ball looming closer.When we came back to the mansion we both decided that we needed a game plan. Something that was bulletproof and was sure not to yield under the pressure. Lying can only take us so far, and we needed a proper story if we were going to sell our quote-unquote love story at the ball.Trouble is, every time we try to sit down and put something together, we either end up arguing about the tiniest of details and falling into this awkward silence where neither of us knows what to say.The Langston Senatorial Ball tomorrow, an