Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

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.

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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.

--To be continued…