All Chapters of The mafia boss is the man of my dreams : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I looked forward to the end of work like the rest of my life depended on that clock hitting six o’clock. I was irritable for most of the day, but after Angelo rescheduled our drinking plans from later tonight to immediately after work, I felt a lot better. I for sure needed something to get my mind off this insane attachment I was just realizing I had for Knight because, hell, I just got used to seeing him almost every day. I never thought a day where I wouldn’t see him for this long would come… and this soon. It was just a week. That was what I kept using to convince myself that I wasn’t going crazy. I eyed my phone and let out a sigh when 5:30 was boldly displayed on the screen. Goodness… I had to wait another thirty minutes. Why me? Why always me? I turned my attention to the last document that lay on my desk and sighed again as I slipped out of my seat. “I’ll be back,” I whispered to Agnes as I strolled toward Conan’s office. It had been ages since I saw him face to face

Knight’s POV From the moment the jet landed in France till I got to the house my father currently stayed in, my eyes were on the tablet that was handed to me. I went over the necessary files on these said issues because I wanted to get this done as soon as possible. But judging from what I saw, it was messy, too messy that I was starting to question what the fuck my dad was up to here. I guess I just had to ask him directly. We finally pulled up in front of his house, and I exhaled before stepping out as Rowan held the door open for me. “Keep an eye on the thing I asked Rowan to send for Aria and inform me when she gets it,” I muttered and he nodded. I walked toward the entrance with him trailing behind me, and with every step I took the guards bowed curtly. At least they still knew to show some respect. I gave a curt nod from time to time as I walked past them until I finally stepped into the living room. “Son!” That distant yet familiar voice called out, and I exhaled as I t

After dropping the call with Angelo, Jean and I continued our—dare I say—planned party. We sat at the bar for longer than we normally would because Jean argued that we needed to be there for when Knight finally calls. He was so sure that now that Angelo was aware of my location, he would definitely tell Knight—and then Knight would call me. Me, on the other hand, I wasn’t feeling it anymore. If he called, then fine. But if he didn’t, that was fine too… I guess. I was starting to accept that, well, he could have something more important to do than call a girl who wasn’t even his girlfriend yet. Tough thought, but hey… it was giving me some sort of peace. “Can we hit the dance floor yet?” I yelled out to Jean after another few minutes of waiting. He stared at me for a second before nodding. “Seems like your man isn’t calling yet, so sure. Dancing is better than just waiting around.” I cracked a small smile as he held his hands out to me, and I took it, slipping off the bar stool.

I was a mess. He hadn’t even laid a finger on me yet, but the look in his eyes was enough to undo me completely. Knight’s gaze scanned my body, darkening with every second I lay there in my torn clothes, my underwear on full display. I waited. I waited for him to do something, for him to touch me. Whatever anger or uncertainty I’d been feeling earlier faded away under that heavy stare. All I wanted right now was him. I swallowed hard when I finally felt his fingers brush against my thigh. It was soft—just a grazing touch—but I gasped as if it were something more. His hands trailed upward until the remains of my gown were fully off, and he tossed the fabric aside without a word. When his hands returned to my skin, they were firmer. He rubbed my thigh softly while his other hand trailed up to rest on my chest. I bit back a moan as his touch moved higher with every pass. He continued that way until his fingers were just inches from my core. I gasped loudly as his fingers traced the

I lay in that spot without moving an inch until the tears finally dried. The throbbing between my legs died down not long after, but my mind—and my body—remained a total wreck. I didn’t even know what to call what I was feeling, but I knew what I’d felt when Knight was here. I had wanted him to fuck me. I was crazily horny, and I never saw that "punishment" coming. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him for leaving me high and dry or grateful to him for making me feel that much. I kept my eyes on the door for a while, half-expecting him to come back. When the handle didn't turn, I finally dragged myself off the bed, ignoring the damp spot on the sheets, and walked into the bathroom. I ran my hands through my messy hair as I stared at my reflection. My face was a disaster, stained with mascara from tears I couldn't control. I looked like a complete mess. I stripped off the remains of my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water settle my nerves. it helped my bod