All Chapters of Girl, You Slept with the Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Gaia's POVI really didn't dare to think any further than that.Still, I was really surprised by this outcome—it was like dreaming of winning the Powerball and then waking up to see that I really did.It was unbelievable!I quickly shook my head, discarding those lovesick thoughts as I needed my rationality for this particular problem.After around thirty minutes and I packed up all my mother's possessions, Lysandro and I moved everything to his car. It filled the entire trunk of his Bentley and the back seat, and while most of it were just ordinary daily necessities which clearly became worn out, Lysandro didn't mind and beckoned for me to get in.I glanced at Mia and Kaine—I'd like to talk to them as I could see the confusion in their eyes.Still, they didn't stop me, and Mia waved me goodbye and said, "I'll call you later about managing operations in Wilson Pharma."Kaine nodded. "Yeah, you should go do what you have to—just drop by at Legal for a briefing, and we're fine."

Lysandro's POVHannah Wilson… Or just Hannah.Before she married, she was Hannah Aglio, and the most powerful mob boss in the midlands and the south.While my family ruled the north, she rose to underworld's notice at fifteen.As Reno Aglio's only daughter, she was naturally groomed as his successor and inherited his criminal empire when I was twenty.Even now, she was my greatest rival in the country, but we also worked together when it served our interests.That was why I was sure I hadn't made a mistake, having just met and agreed on a firearms deal last month with her and signing the papers.She was still alive, and that mole in her eyelashes was a very rare trait that no other person could have identically.That means she was also Gaia's mother, even though Gaia believed that she was dead.Having investigated Gaia, I knew that she had lost her mother when she was five—that was twenty years ago.It certainly matched the timeline, as it was the year when Hannah returned to

Gaia's POVLysandro took me to an expensive Italian restaurant downtown, which he owned.He said that he had reserved the whole place for our candlelight dinner, so no one was going to bother us tonight.We entered a VIP room decorated with Renaissance motifs, and Lysandro brought in the local orchestra, led by a famous violinist, to serenade us.Lysandro said, "He's an old friend—his father and his grandfather all played for our family. So you can relax around him."As he spoke, he wiped his hands with the hand towel a waiter brought, after washing his hands with the herbal solution in a golden bowl brought by another waiter. He might be a mobster, but the way he maintained such aristocratic etiquette made him look all the more attractive.I couldn't resist following the same etiquette, preparing to eat by mimicking what Lysandro did.Then, I saw the chef appear in a dress coat, putting on all the scrumptious dishes he cooked on our seven-foot table.I'd never seen such dishes

Gaia's POV.Lysandro whispered to me that the performers and the waiters would soon leave, leaving just the two of us.However, I was still nervous, staring at the glass walls and the setting sun outside, and shook my head and squeezed his wrist further.Even as the stalemate between us continued, everyone else in the room had left, the door quietly closed behind them.The air was still ablaze with passion, but I felt safe."We're on the 33rd floor, babe," Lysandro chuckled, nibbling my collarbone with his teeth.I moaned in pleasure as I leaned backward, but I still wanted to argue."Wait, Lys…"However, he had already spread my legs and pressed me further inside on top of the table before grabbing the stark-white tablecloth and pulled.Glass cups, saucers and everything else crashed with loud clanging on the floor, and I abruptly realized that it was a transparent crystal table.It was cool to the touch, but worst of all, whenever I peeked downward, I'd see a reflection of

Gaia's POVThe glint of the medieval marble ceiling left me dazed, as waves of pleasure struck me while I lay on the beach, the sands scalding from the blazing sun.Lysandro had tied up my wrists over my head with his belt, and I could feel my legs pressed against his muscular thighs, parting them. Even as I spasmed from the thrill and tried to close my legs on reflex, his ankles would keep them spread apart fixedly.It was so wondrous that my thrill seems to heighten from being held in place.As Lysandro took the lead, my body didn't even feel like mine, and I seemed to forget about my limbs entirely, only that my womb kept twitching as Lysandro's three fingers thrusted in.Like a golden thread, the sensations beneath seemed to spark straight into my head, and I could see stars, while Lysandro's fingers continued to set me aflame.Before long, all his fingers were inside, and he clenched his knuckles while shoving in and out of me. It felt like an air pump, with air being pulled