Chained To The Billionaire Mafia novel Chapter 20

Before he could land his eyes on me I immediately closed mine. This is better this way, I wouldn’t know how would I act anyway if our eyes met.

My heartbeats got me uncomfortable, though his arms were too warm and my head was leaning on his hard chest. After a minute of walking, I felt the soft cushion touch my back, it gives me the idea that he was placing me on the mattress. The way he gently do that surprised me, seems like a different person was doing it, I wanted to open my eyes badly. But I can feel his stares at me for the next couple of minutes so I remained to pretend asleep. What’s wrong with him?

Until I slowly felt his heavy breathing and footsteps walking away followed by the sound of the shutting door.

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The heat of the sun got me awake as it strikes straight onto my face. A curve smile left my face when the beautiful scenery right in front of me greeted me, making me stand up and walk my feet to the veranda. As the fresh air enter my sanity, my eyes slowly landed on the man who emerged from the blue sea, as he walked toward the sand like a model doing his job. He comb his hair using his fingers while the waters keep on dripping down from it, my eyes landed on his black trunks, and quickly shifted my gaze to notice how huge he is.

Damn it, I walk back inside my room and went straight to the bathroom. My face was as red as a tomato as I glanced at the full-sized vanity mirror. Why did you even put your eyes down his thing, Jada?

After calming myself for a couple of seconds, I do my morning ritual before I decided to go downstairs.

“Good morning!” I greeted him when I saw his back doing something in the kitchen area, particularly in front of the stove. He was wearing a white robe yet his hair was still wet. So I wasn’t daydreaming earlier?

“Good morning Jada.” I mocked when I didn’t hear any response from him. I walk closer to see what he’s doing and smile to discover that he was frying an egg.

“You know how to cook?” I asked trying to make a conversation between us. But he keeps on ignoring me.

“Hey! I am talking to you!” I snarled and glared at him.

This time he stop moving and throw me a cold stare.

“Stop ruining my day woman.” His cold voice got me freezing and before I could say a word, he turn his back carrying the food he cook.

My forehead automatically creased.

“Where’s mine?!” I asked loudly.

“I’m not your maid.” He replied lazily.

He knows how to annoy me. Without any choice left, I walk towards the fridge and saw how loaded it was. Seems like it would be enough for a month of supply for both of us.

I cook two slices of bacon, an egg, and toasted a loaf of white bread, pairing it with hot chocolate. I walk outwards and notice he was having his breakfast on the bench where I was sitting last night. A smile crept out as I walk towards him. I should be nice to him, right?

“Can I…”

“Shut up, sit wherever you want and eat.” He cut me off.

“You’re annoying,” I whispered and seated.

I didn’t hear any response from him so I bet he didn’t hear it and proceeded to my food instead. The calming waves bring me the serenity to start this day full of hopes not minding this assh*le beside me. But then a sudden image of him carrying me last night flashes back to my memory. I bit my lip and gather my strength to say the words.

“T-thank you…” Damn did I just stutter?

“About last night,” I added finishing my sentence.

It took him a couple of seconds to answer.

“Don’t thank me, your friend kept on calling me last night, I only did that to shut her off. Thank her instead.”

I frowned to hear that. So he wasn’t worrying at me last night?

“Why would I expect that you’ll do that sincerely.” I snarled and stands up.

I slowly lifted my white kimono and left my black bikini.

“What the hell are you doing?” A baritone voice collided with the sound of waves.