Ch. 16..20: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Chapter 16-20

Chapter 16: She’s My Girlfriend

However, to my surprise, it was three very gorgeous and tall women that stepped out of his room. The three women had figures like models. They were tall with attractive faces. One had platinum blonde hair that must have taken her hours in the salon to achieve. While the other had dark hair with stunning blue eyes. The third women had auburn hair with beautiful green eyes.

The only thing common about the three women, apart from their beauty and height, was the fact that they were not wearing very much.

"Oh…there’s a girl here…" the blond woman said in a sweet voice as the three of them eyed me from head to toe.

"Are you…Hayden’s girlfriend?" the auburn-haired girl asked curiously.

"Probably…not…" the dark-haired girl said as she stared at me.

"Yea…I mean…she looks…ordinary?" the blond girl said with a laugh.

"Maybe she’s his maid…" the auburn-haired girl suggested. Then all of them nodded as if reaching an understanding.

"She’s probably his maid," the dark-haired girl stated in agreement.

I hated the fact that they were discussing about me openly when I was standing right there. I watched in contempt as I waited for this episode to be over so that I could head to my room. I didn’t care what they thought or said about me.

"Hi, there. Could you help get us some wet tissue?" the blond girl addressed me directly for the first time.

"Oh…and you know, wipe our shoes while you’re at it?" the auburn-haired girl added with a fake smile.

These girls are so rude. The words that come out of their mouth are so ugly that it doesn’t match the beauty of their faces. Their character must be so rotten underneath those thick layers of makeup that they’ve got on their faces. Well, it’s none of my business, I thought as I stared blankly back at them before turning to walk away.

I’m just going to ignore them and go back to my room where I can enjoy the comfort of this Greek yoghurt and fruits and then go straight back to bed. I have enough problems in my life already and adding a bitch-fight with these three super models on top of that isn’t going to help me.

As I turned and started heading towards my bedroom, a voice made me turn back around in shock.

"She’s my girlfriend. You better watch what you say…"

I turned around to see Hayden leaning on the side of his bedroom’s door with an unreadable expression on his face. His tone was ice-cold and although those words were not addressed directly at me, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in fear.

The three women became immediately silent and frozen in shock. I don’t blame them, I was also stunned out of my mind but perhaps for a different reason.

What did he just say?!

No…no…no…NO!

We’re NOT boyfriend and girlfriend. I hardly know this guy and he clearly doesn’t even like me. I don’t like him either. We don’t like each other!

I stared at him in shock, but Hayden paid me no attention as he turned spoke into his phone. Within a few seconds, three men in black ran into the room and began to half drag and half carry the three beautiful women out of the room. I watched the whole thing in shock…

"Hayden! I’m so sorry…please don’t do this!"

"Forgive me, Hayden…please…"

"I love you so much, Hayden…please forgive us this one time…"

The three women pleaded as they started crying. It was such a messy scene; worse than any drama I had ever seen on television. Hayden watched the women with dispassionate eyes as his men got rid of them. How he treated women like worthless things was shocking?

I didn’t know what those girls did to deserve that, but he should have just dismissed them and asked them to leave peacefully. I guess Hayden didn’t have a good time tonight with his girls…not like it was any of my business or concern.

When the girls and men in black had completely left the suite, Hayden and I were alone once more. He turned to look at my face with an unreadable expression as our eyes locked. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it. If he thought I wanted an explanation to what I just witness, he could save it. I didn’t want to know anything.

Wordlessly, I turned around on my heels and headed straight back to my bedroom. I closed the door loudly and firmly behind me and locked it once I was in the room. One look at the clock on the wall showed that it was hours past midnight.

I couldn’t go to sleep. I tossed and turned in bed with my eyes wide opened and the back of my palm resting on my forehead. I hated to admit it, but I was very confused and bother by what Hayden said. Why did he defend me against those girls? It wasn’t like I needed his help…what they said didn’t really bother me.

Why did he tell them that I was his girlfriend?

Before I realized it, my brows were knitted together, and I started to feel frustrated and irritated. Suddenly, my body felt uncomfortable, and sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. This is a disaster, I have so many things that I needed to do tomorrow…

**Knock Knock Knock**

Suddenly, I heard three very loud and distinct knocks on my bedroom door. Who could it be?

More like, who else could it be?

Why is Hayden knocking on my door?

Who cares? I’m just going to pretend that I’ve already fallen asleep and didn’t hear. I slowly turned onto my stomach and pulled my blanket over my head.

"Malissa!" he called my name so loudly that I would have woken up if I had been asleep. This guy has no sense of decency.

I decided to remain silent and not reply.

"Malissa! Open the door. I know you’re not asleep!" Hayden called through the door as he started knocking harder on it.

I rolled over and sat upright in bed in one swift motion. I am not in the mood for this! Without thinking, I got off the bed and marched towards the door. I’m going to tell him to shut up and return to his room so that I can finally go to bed!

 

 

Chapter 17: Goodnight Kiss

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 wet tongue before thrusting the whole length of his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue as it danced around wildly against my own inside my mouth. I tried to struggle and protest, but my protesting sounds only sounded like moans that were captured into his kiss.

The passionate kiss lasted for so long that by the time it had ended my body felt like it was on fire. I was out of breath and was panting for air. I wanted to scream and curse at him, but I couldn’t…

Hayden looked at me with his intense blue eyes as he smiled with extreme satisfaction before wiping the mix of our saliva away from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What…are you doing?!" I shouted at him.

"Giving you a goodnight kiss, wasn’t it obvious?" Hayden replied casually.

"What?" I whispered in shock.

"Goodnight, Malissa," Hayden whispered into my left ear.

His hot breath tickling my ear left my body frozen to the spot. I blinked rapidly in surprise, still confused at what just took place as I touched my fingers to my lips.

The next moment, Hayden was gone…

…

28 days left.

So many things had taken place in the past two days that my head was spinning from confusion. The worst out of everything that was happening was Hayden and his unpredictable behaviors. I touched my fingertips to my lips as I stared at my own reflection in the mirror.

He kissed me…goodnight.

He’s crazy…

I let him kiss me and I even responded to his kiss…

I’m going crazy…

I looked at my puffy-eyed reflection in the mirror and remembered that I hardly caught a wink of sleep last night. First it was Hayden and his girls being so loud that woke me up and then his "goodnight" kiss left me on edge and so confused that I couldn’t go back to sleep. In short, last night was a disaster and my red-eyed look this morning was the result of it all.

I quickly showered and got dressed. If I sneak out early in the morning, then I wouldn’t have to see Hayden. There was no way that he would be up early after being so drunk and sleeping so late last night. Getting up early and making him breakfast that he wouldn’t eat anyways was the best way to avoid seeing him and completing my side of the deal. Killing two fat bird with one stone!

I cooked up a quick breakfast of egg and toast and quickly placed it on the table. I didn’t meet anyone that morning and that came as a relief.

"Can you take me to the hospital to see my grandmother?" I asked the head of my bodyguard team.

"Sure…" he replied.

His reply was the same short, curt, and monotone reply as always. Just like the day before, they drove me to the hospital where my grandmother was recovering. I haven’t heard any updates from the doctor, but she seems to be in stable condition at the moment. That was good enough for me.

After a quiet and peaceful ride in the car, I arrived at the hospital and headed straight for my grandmother’s private room. I hated to admit it but if the boss didn’t pay for her medical bills, there was no way that I could afford to keep my grandmother in a hospital like this. I bit my lower lip in frustration at my own helplessness.

"Good morning grandma!" I said cheerfully as I entered her room.

My grandmother was awake and seemed quite energetic today, although she was still always confined to her hospital bed. She turned her head towards me before smiling happily at me. I felt my mood lighten immediately at her smile.

"I did tell you that you didn’t need to visit so often…" my grandmother said although her happy smile told me otherwise.

She must be dead bored if she had to spend her whole day in this room all alone. I sat down on the chair that was beside her bed and took her hand in mine. The best that I could do right now was to spend as much time with her as possible and give her mental support.

"I’m always so happy to see you. Plus, I don’t really have anything else to do…so you don’t need to worry about me," I said as I smiled at her.

"Is everything fine…you know with…" my grandmother began asking hesitantly.

I knew immediately that she was referring to my living arrangements with Hayden and our arranged marriage. To be honest, things are getting out of control and Hayden was clearly crazy and unlike any man I have encountered before in my life. As each day passes by, I felt like any control I had of the situation was fast slipping.

However, I couldn’t tell this to her and make her worry endlessly about it. There was no good reason to because there is nothing that my grandmother could possibly do to improve my situation and if her condition worsens, I wouldn’t know what I should do.

 

Chapter 18: Missing Him

"Everything is fine. There is no need for you to worry," I said, trying my best to sound convincing.

"Really?" she asked skeptically.

"Really. We’re just living together in the same suite, but we have separate bedrooms and to be honest, we’re both not interested in each other…in that way. Just as you saw at the church, Hayden already has a woman that he is in love with…" I said.

"I see. That’s good then…" my grandmother mumbled.

"Of course, like I told you, there is nothing for you to worry about," I said, reassuringly.

"What about you?" she asked abruptly.

"What about me?" I asked, not getting what she was referring to.

"You also have someone that you love, don’t you? You know, that guy who came around our shop very often to see you…" she asked.

That’s right. I never got around to telling grandma that I already broke up with him. More accurately, that he dumped me without a care in the world. Ethan, I wonder where he is now and what he’s up to. Sometimes I would wonder if he still thought of me, even if just a little. However, deep down I knew that that was impossible.

"You mean Ethan, right?" I asked. Just saying his name made me want to break down in tears.

I guess time doesn’t heal everything fast enough…

"Yes. Yes, Ethan…" she said.

"Of course, I’m in love with him. I haven’t told him about all that has happened though. When these 30 days are over, we’re going to return to our normal lives. Trust me," I said.

Technically, I wasn’t lying. I was still very much in love with Ethan, although, I haven’t seen or heard from him since the day that the dumped me. However, my grandmother didn’t need to know that. It would just make her worry more about me, needlessly.

"That’s good. I wouldn’t want to leave you alone when I…you know…" my grandmother said with relief in her voice.

The look on her face broke my heart and I hated when she talks about her own death as if it was fast approaching. Although her life is coming to an end, she is still worrying about me above all else.

"Don’t say things like that. I’ll be fine…and you’re going to be with me for a long time," I said as I squeezed her hand comfortingly.

I think it was in that moment that I was inspired to use my grandmother as the subject of the painting for my project. I wanted to capture her in my painting. It was the perfect idea since I wanted to spend time here with her anyways so I might as well spend that time painting her.

"I have this project to create a painting. I was thinking that it would be a great idea to paint your portrait. What do you think?" I suggested brightly.

"A portrait…of me? Really?" she asked, surprised by the idea.

"If you’ll allow it. I think it’s a great idea. I’ll come here to visit and paint you," I said with confidence.

"Sure then. Let’s do it!" my grandmother agreed before smiling warmly at me.

"I’ll bring the materials over tomorrow, and we can start then," I said happily.

We continued our conversation until my grandmother fell asleep and then I left to return to the penthouse suite. My grandmother’s words haunted me. She was truly concerned about my life after her passing. I didn’t blame her, even I’m concerned about my situation right now. However, the best that I could do was survive this 30 day-period, return to my normal life, graduate, and get a job.

I was thankful for the quiet ride back to the penthouse. The bodyguards hardly ever spoke to me unless it was necessary. I used that time in the car to think and reflect. However, no matter how I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking of Ethan, now that my grandmother has brought him back to the forefront of my mind. It’s been almost a year since Ethan broke up with me and we’ve gone our separate ways.

I still didn’t know or understand why he dumped me so suddenly.

From that day he had just completely disappeared from my life. I couldn’t get in touch with him, and I didn’t know where he went. I asked all his friends and our friends from university, but no one knew either. Ethan really just disappeared. I miss him so much and I am still very much in love with him. I know that I have to let go and forget…but I just can’t.

Wherever he is, I hope that he’s happy and living a good life…

"We’ve arrived," a low sounding voice said, cutting through my thoughts.

I came back to reality and looked out of the car window to see that we have arrived back at the luxurious condominium. I rode the elevator up to the top floor silently with my escorts and sighed silently to myself before turning the door handle to enter the penthouse.

"Oh…welcome back!" Auntie called out to greet me immediately when she saw me enter the room.

"Thank you. Hope you had a good day…" I replied back vaguely.

I noticed that Auntie had a conflicted look on her face like she wanted to say something but decided against it. I could sort of guess why she looked that way as I headed to the dining table.

I looked down at the untouched breakfast that I had made for Hayden this morning. It’s early evening now, so the food had gone way past cold. I wish Auntie would just clear the dish away, but she never did. This is such a waste of food…

"I’m sure…Master Hayden was just in a hurry this morning…" Auntie said in a small voice.

I wasn’t sure if she wanted to comfort me or comfort herself. I shrugged as I took the untouched plate for food into my hand. I had expected that Hayden wouldn’t eat the food that I made for him, so I wasn’t depressed or anything like that. However, there was a tiny sinking feeling in my stomach, after all, this was good food, and it was being wasted.

"Of course. Sorry I wasted food like this…" I replied while trying to smile at her.

"Oh no…it’s not your fault," Auntie quickly said as she waved her hand.

"I’ll help you clear this away…" I said while starting to walk towards the kitchen.

"No, Miss. This is my job. You mustn’t do this, you are a lady of the house," Auntie quickly protested.

"Haha…no, Auntie. I’m not…I’m here because I owe the boss a huge amount of money, but I’ll be gone from here in precisely 28 days," I said with a self-depreciating laugh.

Me? The lady of the house…that is completely nuts!

 

Chapter 19: Late Night Movie

"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 followed by a sigh.

"Good night, Auntie," I said, not wishing to extend this conversation any further.

I went to my room and started to prepare some materials for my sketching and painting session with my grandmother tomorrow. Taking out some sketching paper and pencils, I started sketching some possible poses that might work considering that my grandmother will be on the hospital bed.

I was so absorbed in my work that I was able to kill a couple of hours in what felt like a blink of an eye. By the time, I stretched and looked up it was late into the evening. I put my art materials away and headed for the bathroom to take a nice and relaxing shower.

When I got out of the shower, I put on my pajamas and used the towel to dry my hair. I shook my long brown hair to check that it was damp before I reached for my hair dryer. Just before my hand reached the hairdryer, I heard a soft tap on my door and Auntie’s familiar voice calling my name politely.

"Miss Malissa…"

It’s late, I thought Auntie already went back to her room. Is there something she needed help with? It was unusual for her to knock on my bedroom door. I put down the hair dryer and got up, heading for the door.

"Hi, Auntie. Do you need me for something?" I asked with a smile as I opened my door to see her standing in front of it.

"Umm…actually…" Auntie said hesitantly as her eyes darted around.

"Move. Malissa, come out here," a low voice said as a hand reached out and slowly shoved Auntie to the side, away from my door.

Hayden?!

"Hayden…" I whispered his name in shock.

What is Hayden doing here?

"Why are you just standing there? Didn’t you hear me?" Hayden barked at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still in shock.

"To get you. Isn’t that obvious? Come out here now," Hayden commanded.

I gasped, speechless as I felt his large hand grab my bare upper arm and pulling me through the doorway.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

His grip on my arm didn’t hurt but it was firm enough to keep me from escaping from his grasp. I wondered what he wanted with me. Hayden was dressed in jeans, a white shirt with a black leather jacket on top. It was clear that he had just gotten back.

I felt his eyes roving over my body, inspecting me from head to toe and I froze. It felt like his gaze was burning my skin and I felt my heart beat faster. His hand on my bare arm felt hot as well. It was then that I realized that I wasn’t wearing very much.

Since I thought I was going straight to bed, I wore a light pink satin v-neck camisole and matching shorts with white lace decoration. Obviously, I had no underwear underneath at all. My hair was still quite wet from the shower, and I haven’t had the chance to blow-dry it yet.

The thin satin fabric did nothing to hide the curves of my breasts, my waist and my hips. Instinctively, I folded my other arm over my chest protectively as I glared at Hayden.

He was clearly amused with my reaction and the state that I was in. Hayden smiled at me devilishly as if he had just come up with some evil plan.

"I’ve just decided what I want…" Hayden said softly as if speaking to himself.

Without another word, Hayden yanked on my arm and started pulling me after him. His long strides made it hard for me to keep up and I found myself almost jogging to keep up with his pace.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked in a panic.

I felt Aunties eyes on me, but she didn’t say anything and faded into the background as she watched the two of us leave.

"Stop panicking. We’re just going to watch a movie…together," Hayden replied smoothly.

Watch a movie…like…right now?

True to Hayden’s words, he began dragging me in the direction of the home theatre room where I knew there was a big screen, a large sofa…and a bed. When Auntie first showed me around the penthouse suite, I remembered thinking to myself why would anyone have a king-sized bed in the theatre room in addition to the movie seats and sofa.

Now that I was heading there with Hayden, I didn’t want to find out…

"Can we…do this some other time?" I asked, hopefully.

"Are you speaking back to me?" Hayden shot back, arching a brow at me.

Shit…the rules…

I hated his rules. I hated him…but I didn’t want to face his punishments either…

Without another word, Hayden pushed open the door to the theatre room and pulled me in after him. The door closed automatically behind us with a click. Did it just lock?

The theatre room was cold and the fact that I had very thin clothes on didn’t help. Plus, my arms and most part of my legs were bare.

Hayden let go of my arm, finally, and I watched as he strode to the sofa and sat down.

"Come here, Malissa," he said, crooking a finger at me, beckoning me to join him on the sofa.

 

Chapter 20: Hot Seduction

I gulped and hesitantly followed him to the sofa. He patted the spot next to him indicating that that was where he wanted me to sit. I sat down next to him, trying my best to keep my eyes on my own lap. I could feel Hayden staring at my face and I couldn’t look back at him.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Hayden asked casually as he began scrolling through movie recommendations on the large screen.

"Didn’t you have one in mind?" I asked. I mean, he was the one who invited me to a movie…or more like dragged me here.

"Choose one," he said as he tossed me the remote control.

Great. Hayden was watching my every move and didn’t seem to pay any attention to the movie choices on the screen that I was scrolling through at all. What should I choose? I don’t even want to watch anything, let alone with Hayden.

"What about this one?" I asked. The green light on the screen indicating one of the newest action sci-fi movie that was supposed to have very good computer graphics.

I didn’t choose this movie because I was particularly interested in it but because out of the options I had scrolled through in the recommended section, this one was the shortest in terms of minutes. The shorter the movie, the sooner that I’ll be able to leave, right?

"Sure…" Hayden replied without even looking at the screen and I started to have a very bad feeling about this.

I clicked play and the movie started. Just like Hayden, I wasn’t interested in the movie either, but I pretended to watch it anyways. I wondered once again what he really wanted and why he had bothered to drag me here.

I sat there stiffly as I glued my eyes to the screen. Hayden didn’t say anything as he also watched the movie. After a short while, Hayden sighed as if bored and turned to face me.

"Scoot over there…" Hayden said as he gestured with his hand towards the other end of the sofa.

I was a little confused with his request, but he was asking me to sit further away from him and that wasn’t a bad thing. Sitting very close to him with only my thin clothes on made me feel uncomfortable and nervous.

I quickly scooted over to the other end of the sofa and rested an arm on the armrest of the sofa. However, my relief didn’t last long.

"Hayden…what are you doing?" I asked in a breathy whisper as my eyes widened in shock.

Hayden had lain down on the sofa on his back with his head on my lap. Was this why he asked me to scoot over?

"Using your lap as my personal pillow…what else?" Hayden answered without a care as he closed his eyes.

"What about the movie…?" I asked dumb struck.

Is he going to just sleep on my lap with the loud movie still on like this?

"You watch it…" he replied without a care.

I rolled my eyes at him in disbelief. In all my life, I’ve never met an asshole like him before.

"Give me your left hand…" Hayden demanded with his eyes still closed.

I sucked in a breath in sudden realization. He’s asking specifically for my left hand, the hand that he had claimed as his own. I hesitated and Hayden began losing his patience with me.

"Malissa…your left hand…" he repeated, his voice dead serious.

"Here…" I whispered as I slowly placed my left hand in his awaiting hand.

I saw Hayden’s lips curve into a satisfied smile in the dimly lit room as he felt my left hand in his. With his head still on my lap, Hayden brought my left hand up to his lips and kissed its palm. His kiss on my palm was soft and sweet. He planted small kisses all over my palm before slowly progressing to my fingers, kissing them from the base to my fingertips in turn.

"Don’t squirm around…" Hayden warned in an emotionless voice before he continued to plant small and light kisses on my fingers.

His feather light kisses, and warm breath was tickling the skin of my hand. It was difficult for me to stay still, and I started squirming a little in my seat leading to Hayden’s complaint. I let out a small cry when Hayden started nibbling on my fingertips with his tongue.

"Hayden…" I whispered his name, although I didn’t know what I wanted to say.

"What now?" Hayden asked teasingly.

I bit my lower lip when I felt the hot wetness of his month envelop my middle finger. Hayden had taken my middle finger into his mouth. He sucked on it softly before running his hot tongue along the length of my finger up and down. Suddenly, my body felt hot, and my senses became more acute and alert.

I watched his handsome face as he sucked on my finger seductively before removing my middle finger from his mouth. My finger was wet and covered with his saliva and I found that sight arousing. I thought that my hands were really sensitive the first time that he played with them, but the second time was different…it was better.

Hayden looked up at my face as he took another finger into his mouth and nibbled on it before sucking it harder. I looked away, trying to hide my embarrassed face from his sight. He only chuckled at my reaction and proceeded to suck harder on my fingers.

"Your fingers are wet and ready…" Hayden said after removing my wet finger from his heated mouth.

Ready for what?

Suddenly, Hayden sat up and circled my waist with both of his arms, pulling me towards me.

"Hayden!" I cried out his name in panic at his sudden advance.

His strong manly arms pulled me roughly onto his lap. I felt the heat of his body against my back, the thin satin fabric did almost nothing to separate my skin from his. Hayden hugged me tightly closed to his body as he forced me to lean backwards against his chest.

--To be continued…