Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 45

Blaze's POV

I sat on our bed and waited for Anna. Suddenly, I felt more scared than before. She was calm like the water, which bothered me very much.

Anna was a very protective girl about me. Now even after knowing everything, how could her reaction be so calm?

But what could I do other than wait for her impatiently? Soon Anna came out. She was wearing a light t-shirt and her ripped jeans. That revealed half of her legs - a fucking useless pair of jeans.

I hate when she wears something like this, but I let her wear whatever she likes. Even my possessiveness never stopped her.

"Why are you still sitting here?" she asked as her eyes fell on me. I gulped and tried to give a smile.

"Don't give such a smile. You look ugly." She knew how to hurt my ego. But nothing was more important than her - not even my so-called ego. I walked behind her, following her everywhere.

She acted like she didn't see me.

But as long as she let me stay around her, everything was okay with me.

She took the hairdryer to dry her hair. I stopped her and took the hairdryer which she gave me. I thought she was going to rip off all of my hair.

As I went near her, her sweet fresh scent hit my nose. My entire body turned hot. Blood rushed to my cock. My junior was already standing inside my pants. It was pure torture for me. I was about to make love to her the whole day, but these fucking bastards ruined my plan. Now I doubt I could touch her until a few weeks or not. This wild girl of mine would never make it easy for me. Calm down, man.

Otherwise, she's going to crush your ball.

I dried her hair. After getting ready, she opened our bedroom door. She went out, not before wounding my heart.

"I thought you're going to lock me inside," she said and then walked away.

I told myself to hold back my temper. I already understood that she would not go easy on me. That's her way of punishing me.

She walked straight to the dining room. She went to the kitchen. The chef had already prepared food for us, and she missed breakfast.

Seeing that the chef had already served the food, she picked up the spoon and ate it quietly. I was also hungry. I missed my breakfast because she skipped it.