Ch. 66..70: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion Chapter 66-70

Chapter 66: Complex Emotions

With that thought in mind, I rushed to the kitchen. Checking the ingredients that were readily available in the kitchen, I figured that I could quickly make some pancakes. Hayden seemed to like sweet things, judging from his liking for the chocolate cake that he had the other day.

I started working on making the pancakes immediately. This is a race against time. I must finish these pancakes before he wakes up and get my ass out of here. To be honest, I didn’t care whether he wanted pancakes or not. I’m going to do it so that I fulfill the deal I made to his father for today and then go visit my grandmother.

Finally! I finished the pancakes, arranged them neatly on a plate. Sifted icing on it. I admired my own accomplishment with a satisfied smile. This should do it! I grabbed the plate of pancake and quickly headed to the dining room where I placed the plate on the table before quickly turning to leave

I had finished sketching the portrait of my grandmother based on a photograph that we took together a few years ago. Sketching her in the hospital helped add to some references but I based her pose from the photograph instead while I can use her actual face as the reference for her facial expression in the painting.

Now that she is permanently hospitalized and stuck in a hospital room all the time, I worried that she would feel lonely. I tried my best to visit her whenever I could and today was no different. I glanced in the direction of Hayden’s room before I shook my head to clear my thoughts and headed with the men in black to the hospital.

…

"Hayden…finally you’re up!" Auntie cried out as she came running up to Hayden.

Hayden had woken up, took a relaxing shower and had just trudged out of his bedroom. It was clear that he was sleepy and not fully awake yet even after his shower. His hair was damp from the shower, but he was already fully dressed and ready to go out.

"What is it…so early in the morning…" Hayden mumbled with annoyance.

"Morning?! Certainly not! It’s early in the afternoon," Auntie said, desperately correcting Hayden.

"What do you want, Auntie?" Hayden asked as he walked past her towards the sitting room.

"What did you do to Miss Malissa?" Auntie asked in an accusatory voice.

Hayden smirked a little to himself as he thought of all the things he did to and with Malissa last night. He could still remember the feel of her body beneath his as she writhed against him. The pleasurable sensation of her pussy hugging his cock as he thrusted his cock into her warm and wet body.

Her beautiful moans of pleasure as he rode her and her erotic face as she reached her climax over and over again.

His thoughts were filled with memories of her from last night and he felt the urge to hold her in his arms once again. He felt a stirring in his loins as his body started to desire her touch.

"Hayden!" Auntie’s voice cut through his lustful thoughts and snapped him back to reality.

Malissa was gone and in front of him stood good old Auntie with an angry face as she stared up into his face. Hayden sighed loudly. He had no idea what Auntie was referring to since she clearly wasn’t referring to how he had sex with Malissa last night.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?" Hayden asked instead of guessing at what Auntie wanted from him. He would appreciate it a lot if she would just say whatever it was that she wanted to say.

He sat down at the dining table, his eyes on the pancakes. Hayden knew at once that Malissa made these and that she had already left the penthouse for the day, probably to avoid meeting him as always. That thought never depressed him before, but it made him feel a little irritated today.

"Can I get coffee? Tea…anything?" Hayden asked, feeling a little annoyed.

"No! You’re not getting anything until you tell me what happened," Auntie demanded as she stood next to Hayden with her hands on her hips.

Hayden didn’t like it when Auntie got into her bossy mode and started acting like she was his mum. Well, she is the closest thing that he’s got to a mother after all.

"I already told you, Auntie. I have no idea what you’re going on about…" Hayden replied as he ran his fingers through his light blond hair.

"Miss Malissa…she was crying," Auntie spat at Hayden.

"…what?" Hayden said after a moment of stunned silence as he took in Auntie’s words.

"She was crying. Miss Malissa came out of your room yesterday and she was crying. I saw it with my own two eyes!" Auntie said with conviction.

Hayden froze in shock as he continued to listen to Auntie’s words. Malissa was crying? Why?

His brows knitted into a frustrated scowl as his mind filled with countless scenarios as to why Malissa was crying. None of them anything pleasant. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had gotten up quickly from his seat and was heading straight for the door.

"Where are you going?! Hayden!" Auntie called after him.

"Tell Luka that I’m not going in today!" Hayden called back.

Auntie watched in shock as the front door slammed closed with Hayden gone. She didn’t know what was going on and why Hayden was in such a hurry, but she decided to do as she was told anyways. Picking up the phone, she dialed Luka’s mobile number which she remembered by heart and relayed on Hayden’s message.

"Luka…Hayden just went somewhere. He told me to tell you that he’s not going in today," Auntie spoke through the phone.

The man on the other end of the line replied and Auntie laughed merrily along with his joke.

"I don’t know…Hayden’s been acting weird since he came back. What are you doing? You should talk some sense into him…" Auntie said impatiently.

 

Chapter 67: Surprise Guest

"Granny! How are you?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful as I waltzed into her hospital room.

The room was as white and simple as ever. The hospital room was filled with advanced medical equipment and machines that were designed to keep my granny alive.

"I’m doing well. Have you been busy?" Granny asked, probably referring to the fact that I didn’t drop by before.

"A little. A couple of things happened…and I just got tied up…" I replied vaguely.

Sensing that I didn’t want to talk about it any further, my grandmother did not continue asking. Instead, she started talking about small random things that she knew would cheer me up. I truly appreciate her for everything that she’s done for me.

"How’s the painting going?" Granny asked before she smiled beautifully at me.

She had been receiving treatment for only around a week, but she seemed to be doing well. I smiled back at her as I observed her glowing face. I prayed and hoped that she would be cured and that she would be able to leave the hospital soon. Even if not permanently, it would be good enough for me if she could at least go out sometimes.

I’m sure that she was bored out of her mind being stuck in this room all the time.

"It’s going well. I’m actually here to show you the rough sketch," I said enthusiastically.

I began removing the canvas from the protective bag to show it to her. My grandmother took the canvas in her two hands as she stared at the rough pencil sketch on it.

"This looks much better that I had imagined…" Granny said thoughtfully.

"What does that mean? Don’t underestimate your own granddaughter. Actually, I based this sketch on a photograph of us that we took together a while back," I said.

"So, how can I help you today, young lady?" Granny asked.

She handed the canvas back to me and I smiled at her.

"I’m planning to base the facial expression on the real you now. So, I guess all I need you to do is put on your best smile for me," I replied as I sat down in a chair next to her hospital bed.

"That’s easy enough," grandma replied before smiling widely at me.

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at her and soon we were laughing together. In that moment, I honestly forgot about all my troubles and everything that was going on in my life. I just wanted to focus and live in that moment, at least while it lasted.

We were busy having a great time enjoying each other’s company when the door to the room burst opened. I had a bad feeling that it wasn’t the doctor or the nurse that just stepped in through the door.

"Ha…Hayden…Why are you here?" I asked in confusion and panic.

My eyes were like round saucers at my shock of seeing Hayden walking into the room. He was dressed in a very smart looking white suit with a black shirt and matching black leather shoes. Overall, he seemed too smartly dressed and fashionable to be on a casual hospital visit. So, why is he here…exactly?

"What? My father is paying for this room and you’re telling me that I can’t be here?" Hayden replied without a care as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

I glanced over at my grandmother who was also shocked at Hayden’s sudden appearance. I wondered if she even remembered who he is. After all, she’s probably seen him only once on that day at the church where we failed to get married. Hayden was also dead drunk on that day which added to my guess that she probably didn’t remember him.

"…That’s not..what I meant…" I said before I sighed.

Why is he here? I don’t even want to see him. He’s made my life messy enough already and now he’s intruding on my grandmother’s hospital room where she’s supposed to be recovering.

While I was thinking of how to handle him, Hayden had gotten up from the sofa as if he had just remembered something. I watched as he walked over to my grandmother’s hospital bed. Instinctively, I stepped in between my grandmother and him with my arms wide open to guard my grandmother.

"Why are you really here?" I asked, suspiciously. My eyes narrowed at him.

"Don’t worry your little head. I’m not going to hurt your grandmother. Do you think I’m some kind of monster?" Hayden said in disbelief before he laughed a little.

Yes, I did think that he was a monster.

Hayden folded my arms to my side before he walked past me towards my grandmother.

"My name is Hayden and I’m currently dating your granddaughter. I heard that you were in this hospital from my father and decided to drop by to see how you are doing. I am sincerely sorry that I did not inform you beforehand," Hayden said smoothly before smiling his most angelic smile at my grandmother.

I hated how well his smiled seemed to enchant her. My grandmother looked up at him with such glassy eyes as if she had just seen a real angel.

Wait?! I’m missing the real problem here…

"No, grandma. We are not dating…" I said firmly.

"Really? But yesterday we already…" Hayden said with innocent wonder.

"We had dinner. Yesterday, Hayden and I…had dinner," I quickly jumped in before he could complete his sentence.

Is he crazy?! Was he honestly about to tell my grandmother that he and I had sex yesterday?!

Hayden chuckled amusedly while my grandmother looked at us with a confused look on her face. This is so bad; he’s going to cause so much misunderstanding between grandmother and me. Plus, as far as my grandmother was concerned, I’m still dating Ethan!

He smiled at me as he turned around to face me once more. I could hear his soft laughter when he was about to walk past me.

"I didn’t know that you were the type of girl who would sleep with a man that she’s not even dating…" Hayden whispered into my ear before he walked past me casually as if nothing had happened.

 

Chapter 68: Shopping with Him

I whipped my head around and glowered at him. How dare he say something like that to me?

"You were about to paint right? Don’t mind me…I’ll just sit and watch…" Hayden said calmly as he sat down on the sofa, his eyes on me.

How am I supposed to concentrate with him in the room staring at me like that? I sighed loudly as I began getting to work. Having him sitting there is a whole lot better than if he did some other troublesome or mischievous thing.

Hayden watched me paint silently. Soon, my grandmother got tired, and she fell asleep quietly in her bed. I was too focused on watching my grandmother sleeping that I didn’t feel Hayden’s presence behind me until he had grabbed my wrist.

"Come with me," Hayden whispered as he held my wrist firmly in his large hand.

His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm enough that I knew I couldn’t break away from it. Without waiting for me to respond, Hayden began dragging me after him and out of the hospital room.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I struggled to keep up with his long strides.

I felt a sense of déjà vu. Hayden really had a habit of just dragging me around.

We were in the hospital and people were already giving us suspicious glares. I tried to calm down to not draw anymore unnecessary attention to us or disturb the other people in the hospital. Hayden dragged me all the way to his car before he opened the passenger seat and shoved me inside his car.

I didn’t like where this was going at all. The last time he dragged me off, I had to pose as a fake girlfriend and almost got raped because of it. This wasn’t funny at all.

"Where are you taking me?!" I demanded loudly when Hayden got into the driver’s seat next to me.

"Why are you so loud? I told you before…I don’t like loud girls…" Hayden said coldly.

Right, I also remembered the ending of that sentence…

However, that’s not the point right now!

"Where are you taking me?" I asked again.

"We’re just gonna go shopping. Ok? Don’t worry too much," Hayden replied.

"There’s nothing that I want. I’m getting out," I said as I reached for the door.

Before my hand could reach the door handle, my arm was already being pulled back by Hayden. I let out a cry of surprise at his speed. Without paying me any mind, Hayden began driving the car out of the parking lot.

Without a choice, I shrugged his hand off my arm and sat in the passenger seat as my anger started boiling over. I didn’t know where we were going and frankly, I didn’t care.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" I asked, suspiciously.

Nothing good comes from Hayden being with me. There must be some hidden agenda or something that I’m not aware of for sure.

"Nothing. I just want to take you shopping," Hayden replied flatly.

"What? Why?" I asked, my suspicion multiplying at a rapid pace.

"I just happened to be free today and I’m bored. So, entertain me…" Hayden replied, his eyes glued to the road. His face an unreadable mask as always.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before we arrived at our destination, a large upscale mall that I would normally never come to. The mall’s target group clearly wasn’t someone who was struggling to get by financially like me. Everything in that mall looked and probably was overpriced and expensive.

Hayden parked in front of the entrance and a man dressed in a formal valet uniform came to take his car key away from him. While I was hesitating to get out, Hayden came to my side of the car and yanked the door opened.

"Will you get out yourself…or should I carry you?" Hayden asked, emotionlessly.

"I’ll get out myself…" I muttered in annoyance as I quickly got out of his car.

Now what?

"Follow me," Hayden said, needlessly.

His hand reached out and grabbed mine as he pulled me along with him once again. What’s with the ’follow me’ if he’s just going to drag me with him anyways. Although his attitude was cold like always, the large hand that held mine was comfortingly warm.

The mall was filled with branded fashion stores, their window display sparkling with the latest fashion trends. Honestly, I’ve never paid much attention to fashion because there was no way that I could afford such fashionable items anyways.

"Look. I meant it. There’s nothing that I want…" I repeated what I said before again.

Hayden didn’t even bother to reply to me as he continued dragging me after him. It seemed like he had a destination in mind because he did not stop or slow down to check out any of the fashion boutiques that we were walking past at all.

After a short walk, we arrived at the store that Hayden had in mind. I had to say that I hadn’t expected that this would be our destination at all. In front of me stood the most prestigious art supplies store in the entire city, or perhaps, the entire country.

Only famous and well-off artists bought their art supplies from this store because of the high price but also because of the quality and rarity of some of the art supplies. Supposedly, this store has in stock the best art supplies from around the world for all branches of art. I say supposedly because I’ve only read of it and heard about it from other people, I have never been here myself before.

Hayden wanted to bring me here?

"Welcome Master Hayden. It is an honor for our store to welcome you," a middle-aged man who I presumed was the store manager greeted Hayden immediately when we entered.

"Don’t mind me. Instead, pay attention to what she wants," Hayden replied coldly as he gestured to me with his sharp blue eyes.

"Yes, Sir…" the manager said as he turned his attention to me.

"Umm…" I mumbled in confusion.

"I want you to choose whatever you want from this store. I’ll buy it for you," Hayden said to me.

 

Chapter 69: His Request

I have no idea why Hayden is offering to buy me stuff. This doesn’t fit well with the image I had of him at all. My suspicion of him only grew. There must be some hidden agenda behind this.

"Thank you…but seriously, there’s no need. If that’s what we came here for, let’s just leave," I replied without needing to think.

"This is my request to you for today as part of the deal," Hayden said unwilling to back down.

"I already made you pancakes this morning in case you haven’t realized, so the deal has been fulfilled for today," I replied.

"I didn’t eat those pancakes, so it doesn’t count. Today you’re going to fulfill my request as part of the deal," Hayden stated firmly.

"…shit…" I swore silently as I breathed out a sigh. What is wrong with him today? Why is he being so pushy all of a sudden? He never ate anything that I made for him on other days as well and it has never been an issue.

Even if he told me to choose, it wasn’t like I made a list of what I needed. I had most of the things I needed already and if I needed anything else, I could buy them from any regular art supply store. I knitted my brows together as I tried to figure out what to do next.

"Go ahead and choose now before I buy out the entire store," Hayden said, emotionlessly.

Hayden walked deeper into the large store, looking bored out of his mind. The manager and I both looked at Hayden in confusion. Without any other option, I followed Hayden quickly deeper into the store.

"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?" I asked when I finally caught up to him.

"I told you, I’m free today and I happen to be bored…" Hayden replied without a care in the world.

"Miss…if you would follow me…" the manager said in an overly polite tone as he bowed slightly to me and gestured with his hands for me to follow him.

Sighing to myself, I followed the manager deeper into the store where he started his presentation of the store’s history and how the store was separated into segments based on the types of art supplies. He asked if I was looking for anything in particular and what kind of art that I worked on. Then he helpfully recommended me so many art tools and supplies that I struggled to keep up with him.

It was clear that this store manager was no joke, he really knew his stuff very well. I glanced back in Hayden’s direction while the manager was busy talking and found that Hayden had settled down into a seemingly comfortable burgundy velvet armchair. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in what this store had for sale.

Everything that the manager presented to me seemed interesting and was of the highest quality. I have never seen such supplies before in my entire life. However, the thing that bothered me the most was the lack of price tags on all the products. Since I’ve never been here before, I didn’t know how this works. Am I supposed to ask for the price of each one?

As time went by, my interest took over and I began conversing with the manager about the supplies, art techniques and the work of other artists. I found out, not surprisingly, that many of the artists that I idolize purchased their supplies from this store and that the manager knew them personally as well.

After a while of browsing and chatting with the manager, I managed to pick out a few small things that shouldn’t be too pricey. When I was done, the manager and I returned back to where Hayden was. Hayden looked up from his phone screen as we approached before he smiled a little at me.

"What did you choose?" he asked, sounding a little interested.

"Just some stuff…" I replied vaguely, not bothered to explain to him what I’ve selected.

"We’ll have whatever it is that she’s chosen," Hayden said to the store manager as he stood up from his seat.

The manager smiled politely at Hayden as he gestured for Hayden to approach the cashier. Like hell, if I was going to let Hayden pay for me. I already owed his father so much money and I was paying dearly for it. There is no way that I’m going to owe Hayden or his mafia family anything else.

"I chose these items, so I’ll pay for them. Excuse me, how much in total?" I said stubbornly before I turned to address the clerk.

The store clerk offered me the bill laid out in an antique looking small wooden tray. I looked at the total amount and my eyes widened in shock. That much…just for this?!

I heard Hayden chuckling right behind my ear and I whirled around to see him standing so close behind me, looking at the bill over my shoulder. He smiled at me while I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Stop being so stubborn. I know that you’re plenty rich, My Lady…" Hayden teased me as he pulled out his credit card with one hand and patted the top of my head with the other.

"Master Hayden, as you’ve ordered, I’ve already packed and gift wrapped your order for you," the manager said as he gestured to three staff holding large bags and gift-wrapped boxes.

I see, so Hayden wanted to pick something up here anyways. Now it was starting to make sense, I mean, he wouldn’t go out of his way just to bring me here. He must have needed to run some errands here.

"Thank you. Malissa, let’s go…" Hayden said as he took my hand in his again.

I glanced down at his hand holding mine and realized that he had developed another annoying habit of holding my hand whenever we walked together.

"You…don’t need to hold my hand, you know…" I said softly.

"I can’t have you running away from me, can I?" Hayden replied before he flashed me one of his angelic smiles.

Not knowing how to respond to that, I just rolled my eyes at him. Hayden held the stuff that I purchased, which wasn’t a lot. While the three other staffs, walked behind us with the other items that Hayden had apparently ordered.

 

Chapter 70: Knocking on His Door

When we arrived back at the penthouse, I couldn’t wait to get away from Hayden. Seeing him in such a pleasant mood and acting a little too nice to me, just triggered warning alarms in my head. I felt restless and anxious around him. I just wanted to hide away in my room and work on my art to heal my tired mind.

"…Thank you for today," I said curtly in a stiff voice before turning on my heels.

I walked as fast as I could towards my room to get away from him. If I could, I would have run away from him. What happened today was too much and I found it so…confusing.

Once in my room I put the art supplies that we have bought together earlier away on the shelf. To be honest, even though I didn’t end up buying a lot of things it was still too much compared to what I really needed. Although I had tried to be selective on what I chose, I still ending up buying more than I needed. Thanks to the sale skills of the store manager, I guess.

It would be another long while before I needed to go shopping for supplies. I waited until I heard the now-familiar sound of the door to Hayden’s room opening and closing before I sighed with relief.

Why is Hayden acting so nice to me all of a sudden? What is that evil mafia scheming?

After a while, I figured that Hayden had settled into his bedroom. The monster is now back in his room which meant that I can now go outside of my room for a bit. Maybe I should go to the kitchen to grab some snacks or fruits would be nice too.

I reached opened my bedroom door and almost tripped over. Thankfully, I was able to halt my body in time.

What the hell is this?

Piled so high in front of my door were gift wrapped boxes that seemed very familiar. I’ve seen these boxes before earlier in the day at the arts supplies store. Isn’t this what Hayden had ordered the shop manager to pack for him? I thought he had gone to pick these things up, so why are they piled up right in front of my bedroom door?

Was this some…mistake? It must be.

Making myself as small as possible, I somehow managed to slide myself between the walls and the pile of boxes and made my way out of my room. If this is a mistake, then I should tell Hayden about it. I definitely need help to move all this stuff from my room. There was just so much of it that I was sure that I couldn’t accomplish the task of moving them all on my own.

So much for trying to avoid him. I raised my hand as I stood in front of his bedroom door and knocked firmly a few times. I waited but there was no response. Is Hayden…sleeping?

"Hayden!" I called his name.

Silence.

I knocked on the door a few more times and called his name.

Finally, the door in front of me opened. I took in a huge breath and held it.

Hayden stood in front of me with absolutely no clothes on.

I let out a little scream and covered my eyes in my hands. Why is he naked? Why did he come out of his room naked?!

"Why are you stark naked? Put on some clothes…" I exclaimed.

"I was about to take a shower, but I heard you calling my name and knocking on my door…so…" Hayden replied like it was no big deal.

"So, you came to the door looking like that?" I finished his thought for him.

Talk about decency…or the lack of it. Ever heard of grabbing some clothes and pulling it on…or grabbing a towel?

"Shouldn’t you be thankful that I quickly came to the door?" he asked.

"Anyways. There are large boxes from the art supply store piled up in front of my bedroom door…" I said as I pointed in the direction of the large boxes, keeping my eyes closed.

"Oh that…" Hayden said.

"I figured that it’s a mistake. I’ll get the men to move them…but where should I move them to?" I asked, trying to end this conversation as soon as possible.

"I don’t know, that’s up to you. After all, I did buy all of that stuff for you…" Hayden said casually.

"Huh? what?" I exclaimed and brought my hand down from my face.

Ok…I forgot that he was naked!

"Just like I just said. I bought you all that stuff. So, you can unwrap them and tell the men where you want to put them or if you need help," Hayden said before he smiled a little at me.

He’s crazy. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much all that stuff costs.

"Are you crazy? I told you that I didn’t want this stuff. Why did you spend so much money on it?" I said, feeling confused and slightly shocked.

"All the money I spent buying that stuff was truly worth it if it could get you to knock on my door like this…" Hayden said before smiling at me and stepping closer to me.

While I stood there shocked at his words, Hayden reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against his naked body. I cried out as he began kissing the side of my neck. Once I had recovered from my initial shock from his abrupt attack, I began pushing me away immediately.

Surprisingly, Hayden let me go before he laughed playfully at me. I was at a loss for words. He’s just making a fool out of me.

I quickly turned around and ran back to my room as fast as I could. I could feel his eyes on my back and hear his soft and amused laughter before I reached my bedroom door.

I tried to paint and do some work for university while I was in my bedroom. However, I was finding it very difficult to concentrate. This has never happened to me before but the fact that I knew that Hayden was in the next room bothered me so much.

Every little sound from next door bothered me and made me imagine what he is doing. I could picture him moving around in his room, sitting on a chair, touching things on the shelves, and plopping himself down on his bed.

Before I knew what was going on, I had stopped working completely as my mind focused on the little sounds coming from the room next door. I couldn’t stop myself from picturing what Hayden was doing and thinking about what he was thinking…or feeling…

Oh, no…I am going crazy…