Ch. 241..245: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Chapter 241-245

Chapter 241: Watching Me

"Hear what?" Hayden asked as he turned to look at me.

"Umm…I don’t know…like something moving?" I replied, uncertain of what I had just heard.

"No…" Hayden replied after listening for a few seconds.

After paying attention and listening to the sound around us, Hayden confirmed that he couldn’t hear anything amiss, and honestly, I couldn’t hear anything anymore either. I guess it was just my imagination then.

"I’m probably just imagining it or maybe it was the wind from outside or something," I said dismissively.

Honestly, I was glad that Hayden didn’t hear anything. I didn’t need anymore spooky things in my life to make my life more complicated than it already was.

"Probably, some windows are not closed yet. The maids will probably deal with it later, you don’t have to worry," Hayden said, brushing off my concern.

"Ok. Let’s go then…" I murmured as he took my hand in his and led me after him towards his bedroom.

…

When I returned to my living room the following morning, I was slightly surprised that Little Hayden wasn’t there. It almost became a norm now for him to sneak away somewhere. I had mixed feelings about this but thought that it must be part of the puppy’s growth journey. Little Hayden continued to grow up very fast.

Not having much experience with raising a pet, I was astonished at how fast he grew and developed. It was probably normal for dogs to be like this, but I was surprised nonetheless.

As he grew, he played a lot more and explored a lot more. He also chewed on many more things and ended up ruining the legs of many wooden chairs to Auntie’s utter dismay. Naturally, the area of my art studio and the living room became too small for him and venturing outside to tour the mansion and the garden quickly became part of his daily life.

Right now, he’s probably playing around somewhere or maybe he was hanging around the maids.

It felt slightly lonely that Little Hayden was no longer just playing around at my feet, but it did give me the chance to focus more on my commission work. Things were progressing smoothly and the photos that I took to update my client of the work’s progress was well received. I began experimenting on working on two works in parallel with each other to speed up the progress of the works.

So far, it was going quite well.

Thinking back on the events of yesterday, I didn’t learn that much from what Hayden said. Most of it was probably because I didn’t remember much or didn’t quite understand very well. However, I did understand that things were not normal outside, and that Ethan played a big role regarding that. He did visit me before Hayden brought me here to his mansion.

Since that day, I had not stepped a foot outside of this property and as far as I was aware, Ethan was nowhere nearer to achieving his objective of uniting Torex and Silva.

From Hayden’s reaction and how his mood seemed to turn sour as he talked about Ethan’s plan, I could tell that he was surely opposed to it. As for me, I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Peace would be great but what exactly would lead to peace? My eyebrows knitted together in a knot before I separated them using my fingers. Peace just seemed like a concept and nothing more.

An ideology that may never materialize in the mafia world.

I wondered what Hayden truly wanted now that he’s semi-forced to take over as the next boss of Torex. He never told me about his work and since I couldn’t accompany him anywhere, I had no idea what he was up to. However, judging from the fact that he was heading out to work every day, he must be busy and perhaps was already acting as the new head of Torex.

That thought made a shiver run through my body. I realized that my hand had stopped in midair while I was absorbed in my thoughts. I’m not making any progress on this portrait at all…

I wondered what life would be like if Hayden didn’t have to take over Torex. He would probably be working as a doctor somewhere. I recalled the scene of him helping that little girl at the amusement park and how he treated her with care. Would I get to see more of that side of Hayden if he didn’t have to take over the gang?

It wasn’t like what I wanted mattered. Hayden is so deeply involved in the gang now and regardless of what I wanted; Hayden would always have two sides to him. I guess I didn’t dislike the two opposite sides of him.

Pulling myself back from my messy thoughts, I slowly mustered my concentration to continue working on the painting. A short while after, I was applying some paint to highlight the client’s cheekbones when I had a strange feeling like someone was watching me. It was just a feeling…but still…

I felt it. Someone is watching me…

I froze as I debated with myself if I should turn around. This mansion is Hayden’s mansion, and it was heavily guarded. There’s no way that it couldn’t be safe…right?

Slowly, I turned around as I prayed that I had just imagined it all. The door to my art studio was ajar but I couldn’t see anyone standing there. Did I just imagine it?

I got up from my chair and slowly headed for the door. This better not be Hayden and one of his pranks because it surely is giving me the creeps. I inched closer and closer to the door on silent small steps. The silence in the studio and the living room beyond which I usually found peaceful suddenly felt unnerving.

"Hayden…" I called softly as I placed my hand on the door and slowly opened it.

It was completely silent and just as I had half expected, there was no one outside in the living room. I walked quickly and looked out into the hallway. Turning my head from side to side to look up and down the hallway, I found it completely void of life.

 

Chapter 242: A Bad Day

I sighed in relief. Maybe I should just shut the doors next time. I always left the doors ajar so that Little Hayden could return whenever he wanted. Now I wasn’t sure what was the better option.

Perhaps after I get over my little panic from just now, I could still leave the door open.

This place is safe. This place is safe. This place is safe.

I repeated those words to myself in a small whisper as I made my way back into the studio. Once I immersed myself into my artist mode, I didn’t find it hard to refocus back on the painting that was right in front of me.

…

**Around a week later**

Despite the deal that we made that day in the bath, Hayden didn’t seem very open to discuss more about the situation outside. From the fact that I was still stuck inside the mansion, I could surmise that things had not improved. After fretting over it for a few days, I was determined to ask Hayden about it today when he came back home.

"I’m so nervous, Little Hayden…" I confessed to the dog as I lifted him up onto my lap.

He must have gained weight again. I could feel it when I lifted him, and he looked bigger and rounder. He must have been snacking behind my back. I bet the maids and Auntie spoiled him like crazy when he was with them. Little Hayden looked up at me with innocent and clueless eyes. I stroked his head adoringly and the feel of his soft fur calmed me down and gave me strength.

I had decided that I would keep on asking Hayden about what was going on until he replied. Although my career as an artist has somewhat started and I was starting to make money, I knew that I could do more if I could just step foot outside. Plus, I was getting lonely and bored beyond the point where the comfort of Little Hayden could heal. I wanted to see other people.

I wanted to see my friends and other people that I knew.

I sighed loudly and almost at that exact moment, Hayden walked into the living room. He’s back earlier than usual today.

"Welcome back. You’re back quite early today," I greeted him with a smile.

Hopefully, he’s in a good mood.

"Yeah. I skipped out on a few meetings just because I felt like it," Hayden replied absentmindedly.

He seemed quite distracted, and I wondered if something had gone wrong today. Hayden sat down on the sofa, and I approached him before sitting down next to him. Hayden didn’t look at me and he didn’t say anything. I wanted to ask him my questions but seeing him like this made me wonder if it was the right time for that or not. Hayden seemed tired and distracted, so perhaps it wasn’t the best time.

He could lose his temper again if I asked. What should I do?

Little Hayden rolled around on the carpet in front of us without a care. I wished that my life was as easy and simple like Little Hayden’s. I would like to roll around on the floor without a care in the world too.

"I’m not hungry. You can go ahead and eat," Hayden said after a while of silence.

"Oh…have you eaten already?" I asked.

"No…" Hayden murmured.

Hayden didn’t meet my eyes as he just sat there on the sofa at my side. Silence settled in between us again and I wondered what went down at work for him today. I knew that Hayden didn’t like his job, whatever his job was exactly, but he usually wouldn’t return from work looking this depressed or drained.

"Umm…I don’t mean to be nosy but…is everything alright?" I asked after summoning my courage.

"Why wouldn’t it be?" Hayden replied as his blue eyes narrowed dangerously at me.

Ok…did I bruise and hurt his male ego just now?

"I didn’t mean it like that…I’m just worried…for you…" I replied softly.

I held my breath and wished that Hayden would just let it slide. He clearly didn’t want to talk to me about it. However, his response just now confirmed for me that something had gone south for sure. What that was, I didn’t know…

"I’m going to take a shower. Come to my room when you’re ready," Hayden said before getting up from the sofa.

"Umm…ok…" I mumbled softly in reply.

My eyes followed his back as he walked out of my living room back into the hallway. The door closed firmly behind him, and he was gone. I sighed with a mix of relief and worry. It was a strange feeling to be relieved yet very worried at the same time.

I didn’t have to use much imagination to understand what he wanted me to be ready for. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve spent a night with Hayden in his bedroom where we didn’t do it. It seemed that no matter how bad his day was, Hayden was still in the mood for some wild sex tonight.

After getting up, I headed for the dining table where I would be having dinner all alone this evening. Little Hayden ran up to me as if he wanted to cheer me up.

"Do you want to cheer me up, little boy? Come sit here and have dinner with me," I said as I bent down to pick him up.

Carefully, I placed him on top of the chair next to me so that he could get a view of what was on top of the dining table as well. Little Hayden was generally well-behaved, and it was his company at dinner that night that gave me renewed courage to deal with Hayden. So, what if he doesn’t tell me anything today? There’s always tomorrow…and then the day after that…and the day after that…

One day, he’ll tell me. I just need to trust him and wait patiently, right?

Despite what I told myself, the food tasted tasteless on my tongue. Perhaps, just like Hayden, I wasn’t feeling hungry for dinner tonight. I bent over to the side and wrapped my arms around Little Hayden and hugged him tightly. The soft sound of his panting filled my ear as his soft fur brushed against the side of my cheek.

 

Chapter 243: Questions about My Love

Once again, I stood in front of the doors to Hayden’s room as I hesitated to go in. After eating dinner, I had taken a shower to calm myself. When I was ready, I left Little Hayden with a maid and came over to Hayden’s wing of the mansion. I thought that I was ready when I left my living room; however, as I got closer to Hayden’s room, my confidence started to fade.

He’s so unpredictable and it became even worse when he’s emotionally unstable like he is now. I leaned on the wall in the hallway as lifted my face towards the ceiling and rolled eyes upwards. What am I going to get myself into when I enter that room?

"How long are you planning to stand there in front of my door?"

Hayden’s voice cut through the silence in the hallway. I was sure that he sounded slightly annoyed and displeased and that it wasn’t just me imagining things. I turned to face him with a smile.

"Sorry. I was about to go in," I replied with a small smile.

Hayden opened the door wide open for me and stood to the side, signaling that I should go in. I nodded a little at him before walking past him and through the doorway. I’ve been to his room many times now, but it still made me feel a little nervous when he was around. Hayden’s room was clean as always and that was probably thanks to Auntie and her genius maids.

Hayden was dressed ready for bed and his hair seemed a little damp from the shower. I could smell the fragrance of his regular soap when he came closer to me. His eyes held mine as he looked down into my upturned face. I wondered what he was thinking as I started to feel even more nervous in his presence.

"Why are you…looking at me like that?" I asked before shrinking away from him.

Hayden’s hand reached out and touched the side of my neck as I tried to look away from him. My eyes widened as his face came even closer to mine. The warmth of his hand against the sensitive skin of my neck made me feel even more anxious and I wasn’t sure why that was so. He stared down at me, and his clear blue eyes seemed darker than usual.

He’s so close, I could see his long blond eyelashes so clearly. His eyes are so pretty. If only it was easy to look him in the eyes…

"Come entertain me for a bit…" Hayden said invitingly.

His hand left my neck before his arm slipped around my waist. Softly, he pushed me forward, urging me to follow him. He led me to the long sofa before we sat down next to each other. I had no idea what Hayden had in mind but if I could make him feel less depressed then that would be good for both of us. I had learnt that I would also suffer in some way if Hayden wasn’t in a pleasant mood.

"Malissa, tell me about your time with Ethan," Hayden spoke up abruptly.

I turned to face him, completely stunned at his request. Of all the things that he could ask me, asking me about my relationship with Ethan was the last thing I thought that he would ever ask me. Why is he asking about that now? What exactly does he want to know?

"Umm…I’m not sure…" I mumbled in slight protest.

Honestly, I didn’t feel comfortable talking about it to Hayden. I didn’t see how it would be useful to our relationship or to anything. Plus, I didn’t really want to recall my time with Ethan that much anymore.

"It’s ok. I’ll ask you some questions and I’d appreciate it if you could answer them honestly," Hayden said calmly.

His looked at me sternly and I could tell that he wasn’t willing to back down on this. I bit my lower lip unconsciously as my mind started to panic slightly. No matter what, I couldn’t figure out what Hayden was thinking and why he was asking me about this now. It wasn’t simply out of personal curiosity, is it?

"What do you want to know?" I asked softly.

"How did you two meet?" he asked.

So, he was going to get me to start right at the beginning.

"It was my first day of university. It was raining and when I stepped to hide under some covering on the sidewalk, I met Ethan…" I replied honestly without going into any more details.

"And then?" Hayden prompted for me to go on.

How much does he want to know?

"Umm…he offered me his umbrella so that I could attend the ceremony for the freshmen. He told me that I could take it because he wasn’t in a hurry and could wait…" I continued on a little before stopping again.

"How did you two get together?" Hayden asked.

I felt like I was being interviewed or interrogated.

"We were in the same club. The art club…" I replied in short.

"Ethan was in the art club? That’s funny…" Hayden said flatly. I wasn’t sure if he really thought that it was funny.

Not wanting to go into any more details, I just nodded my head slightly to indicate my response. Hayden also nodded his head in understanding before he went on to ask me another question.

"What did you like about him?" Hayden asked as he gazed into my face with interest.

Why is he asking me these things? What does Hayden want?

"I don’t know…" I mumbled, quite honestly.

Back then, I really liked and loved Ethan, but it was quite hard to put into words on why that was so.

"You don’t know?" Hayden said as he arched a brow at me in disbelief.

I did know but I wasn’t comfortable voicing it. Why did it matter? Ethan and I are no longer together.

"He was nice to me. He helped me out…and took care of me well," I replied honestly.

 

Chapter 244: Unfortunate End

Despite everything that had unfortunately happened between us, Ethan was a decently good boyfriend while we were together. He must have done things behind my back because he was from a mafia gang and he did keep that from me; however, I didn’t blame him. I knew that he didn’t want to get me involved then and it wasn’t like he could randomly tell me that he was the next head of Silva.

Apart from that, what I told Hayden was true. Although Ethan could be hard to handle sometimes, overall, he was sweet, helpful, supportive, and he made me smile and laugh so much during the time when we were together. I wondered if Ethan knew back then that what we had wasn’t meant to last. If he did, how did he feel all those times when we smiled together?

"What are you thinking about?" Hayden asked in a low voice.

"Oh…nothing. Sorry, you were saying?" I quickly replied after his voice pulled me back from my thoughts.

"I didn’t say anything. I was just watching your expression turn all sad and lonely," Hayden said with a small chuckle before his eyes narrowed at me.

I wonder what he saw. I wonder if he could see through me…

"Sorry…" I whispered.

"It’s nothing to apologize for. I’m the one asking you all these difficult questions. Did you recall some old memories?" Hayden asked, teasingly.

"Not really…" I mumbled in reply.

"While you were with him, did you realize anything strange about him?" Hayden asked as he kept his eyes on my face.

"Not really. He seemed very busy at times. He would go away on trips now and then, but I didn’t think that it was unusual. Ethan…he didn’t like his parents and would get depressed every time that he had to return home to see them," I replied.

Everything seemed ordinary and normal back then given that I didn’t know anything about his involvement with Silva. However, looking back, I realized that everything had to do with his involvement with his ’family business’.

"Hmm…I see…" Hayden said softly.

"I honestly didn’t know about his involvement with the mafia. He just told me that his family ran a business and that he had to go back to help his parents with that. Back then, I never suspected anything…" I continued.

"It’s normal, I guess. Not every girl would automatically suspect her boyfriend at university to be a mafia boss’s son," Hayden said with a nod of his head.

"Yeah…I guess…" I mumbled, while still wondering why Hayden was having this conversation with me.

Hayden was silent for a while as if digesting what I had told him so far. Finally, he turned to look at me again before asking me his last question.

"What happened when you two broke up?" Hayden asked.

"Ethan decided to dump me…" I said before pursing my lips together into a thin line.

"What happened?" he asked, persistently.

"I didn’t know this back then but the last time that Ethan came to see me, he finally told me what happened that night when we broke up," I said softly. This was the part that I didn’t want to recall.

"What do you mean?" Hayden asked and I knew that I more than had his attention.

"Ironically, it was raining just like the day that I first met him. It was late at night and Ethan didn’t come back. Of course, I was worried, and I waited up for him. When he came back…well…he was all wet and things happened…" I told my story before pausing when I got to the part where Ethan took me to bed.

"And?" Hayden prompted.

"He just changed his clothes into dry ones and then he told me bluntly that we should break up. He didn’t want to be with me anymore. That was that. It was a mess but, in the end, he just…disappeared. He left and I never saw him again until that day on the cruise with you…" I went on.

"Did you try to find him?" Hayden asked curiously.

"Of course, I did. I asked everywhere. I called his friends, well the ones I knew anyways, he didn’t seem to have many friends at university. The ones he had weren’t exactly close, but I called them anyways…" I said truthfully as I tried not to recall the pain and desperation from those days.

"You couldn’t find him…" Hayden surmised correctly.

"That’s right. I couldn’t find him. Worst, no one knew where he went. No one knew anything about him. The more I looked, the more I realized that I didn’t know much about him either. Just like that, it was like he just disappeared," I concluded.

"I see…" he mumbled.

Hayden was silent again and then he sighed as if what I had told him weighed more on his mind. I still didn’t know why he asked me those questions. I didn’t think that it would be harmful to tell him, though. It was all in the past anyways.

"What did he tell you when he came to see you?" Hayden continued to press me for answers.

I closed my eyes and sighed before giving him my answer. The truth of what Ethan told me was just so terrifyingly gruesome and tragic and even I didn’t want to repeat what he had told me.

"He told me that that night…he killed his own parents before coming back to see me. He came to break up with me because we couldn’t be together anymore. He had decided to take over Silva as the next boss…" I said in a broken voice before I had to stop.

I couldn’t say anymore. The truth made me feel slightly nauseous. Ethan’s face that day was still so clear in my mind, and I didn’t want to recall anymore.

"That’s enough for today…" Hayden said as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I didn’t miss that he had just said ’for today’ which meant that there could be more of these sessions in the future? I hoped that I was wrong.

 

Chapter 245: Turned On Already

"Umm…if you don’t mind me asking…why are you asking me these questions?" I asked after my voice returned.

"I’m just slightly curious…" Hayden replied like it was nothing.

Of course, it wasn’t nothing.

"I see…" I mumbled.

"Let’s go to bed," Hayden said as he got up from the sofa.

Without waiting for my response, Hayden walked away towards his bedroom. I watched his back as I wondered if something that I had said just now bothered Hayden. He didn’t seem in good spirits, but then again, I might be over reading into things. He still hasn’t told me why he was asking about my past relationship with Ethan.

Hayden didn’t seem shocked at all when I told him that Ethan had killed his parents. From that, I understood that he already knew about it.

After letting out a small sigh, I got up from the sofa and followed him to his bedroom. Hayden was already laying on his side on the bed when I entered the bedroom. Softly, I closed the door behind me and then slowly made my way towards the bed. The soft mattress shifted under my weight as I climbed on it.

Hayden was facing the other way and he did not turn to face me or look at me when I got on the bed.

That was when I was convinced that something was very wrong.

"Umm…Hayden?" I called his name questioningly after hesitating for a while.

Hayden turned around to face me. He lay on his side as he smiled at me with his head resting on his pillow. The dim orange light in the bedroom felt extremely romantic like candlelight and the sight of Hayden’s blue eyes smiling at me made my heart skip a beat. My heart was racing so fast as I got lost in his eyes. Hayden seemed down just now but when he smiled it seemed like he was feeling better.

However, I wasn’t sure if his smile is hiding something more. Something must be troubling him, but he wasn’t willing to share it with me.

"What is it? Can’t go to sleep?" he asked before grinning at me.

"No…I was just worried…" I replied honestly.

"About me?" he asked with a hint of surprise.

"Well, yes…" I replied.

There isn’t anyone else here for me to be worried about after all.

"Why are you worried about me?" Hayden asked very directly.

Well…that’s not very easy to answer.

"Umm…you seem stressed and tired? I guess..." I replied.

Plus, he also asked me all those out of place questions. Hayden’s blue eyes continued to stare closely at my face and my heart continued beating wildly in my chest.

"Is that so? You can always help me relax," Hayden said softly.

I blinked rapidly in surprise at what had just happened. Glancing down to the bed on both sides of my head, I could see Hayden’s large hands pinning my wrists down on each side of my face. I looked up to see his amused face looming over mine along with his large frame. In one swift motion, Hayden had rolled on top of me and successfully pinned my wrists down with ease.

"Hayden…" I whispered his name as my eyes widened.

"Are you turned on already?" Hayden asked teasingly.

A soft moan left my lips when his hand let go of my wrist and began stroking its way up my thigh. I could feel the heat from his hand through the thin silk fabric of my short nightgown. His eyes stared deeply into mine, but I couldn’t quite read what he was feeling. The only thing I knew was that he wanted to have me and maybe that was enough for now.

His hands slipped under my nightgown and began caressing the skin of my naked thigh directly. I moaned as my body shifted a little under his. Hayden bent his head down, firmly planting a kiss on my lips. His hand relaxed from my wrist before releasing it. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to kiss me passionately.

He sucked on my lower lip teasingly before his tongue probed and requested entrance into my mouth.

I moaned softly before parting my lips for him invitingly. His wet tongue did not hesitate to take me up on my invitation as it thrusted into the depths of my mouth. I let out another satisfied moan before his tongue tangled with mine in a passionate dance. Our kiss got deeper and hotter and I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, pulling him even closer to me.

After breaking out kiss, Hayden sat up and his hands were immediately at the front of my nightgown. There was a loud tearing sound and I looked down to see his large hands had easily teared open the thin lacy fabric that was covering my chest. Firmly, he tore the thin lace before parting them to the side to expose my breasts.

My body felt hot as his hungry gaze seem to burn my naked breasts as it heaved up and down from my labored breathing. I felt so hot, and it was getting a little harder to breathe. I was so turned on.

"Hayden…" I whispered his name breathlessly.

His head bent down, and a wet warmth trialed on the soft skin in between the perks of my breasts. He licked me and my legs grew weak before a cry left my lips. It felt so good, I’m melting just from this. His large hand cupped my breasts and began massaging it skillfully while his tongue moved to pay loving attention to my erect nipple.

"Ahh!" I cried out loudly when his mouth engulfed my nipple.

He sucked on it so hard that my back arched off the bed. My hands cradled his head as his soft blond hair caressed the palm of my hand. I clenched my teeth and moaned loudly to deal with the intense pleasure as he continued sucking loudly on my nipple.

"Hayden…please…no more…" I begged for him to stop.