MY Possessive Mafia Men novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175: I Am Okay With Text Messages 

Chapter 175: 1 Am Okay With Text Messages 

Angelia 

These past years, while I lived in the city, I hadn’t been the social type, rarely went out with friends, and I hadn’t dated. In a few weeks, my men and Andy had shown me how good it was to have someone to spend time with, to create new memories with and to have someone by my side. It was only when it was taken away that I realized the lonesome feeling was something new. I had just lived with it for so long that I had become desensitized to it, but now, I was stronger than ever because I was no longer used to the feeling. 

I got into bed, feeling a little safer, knowing anyone trying to break inside would have a difficult time. If something managed to break in, the sensor would alert me of it. But while I felt safer, I was also stressed because tomorrow, I would go back to school and it also happened that one of my lectures was Marshall’s. 

I woke up the next morning to two new notifications on my phone. A sleepy smile appeared on my lips when I saw one of the texts was from Marshall and the other was from Kingston. For the moment, my mind was sluggish and all the horrible shit that had happened, and the situation I was in. Were blissfully far from my mind. 

Good morning, baby girl. I know you have asked us for space, but we hope we don’t step.over any boundaries by texting you. I just wanted to wish you a good morning and I hope you will join my class today. Don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions about the material. I am at your disposal. And if you are afraid that you are getting special treatment, know that I will treat you in the same manner as any other students regarding anything school–related.‘ 

His text lifted some of the loneliness I had been feeling. As I read it, I couldn’t understand how calm he seemed at the thought of me being his student, especially when I knew he held his job close to his heart. But no matter how, of it all, I was happy it hadn’t ruined us. 

No, because I ruined it, my traitorous mind reminded me. I forced it to shut up, letting myself bask for a few minutes in the sweet message I had gotten from Marshall. It was almost strange how well he had gotten to know me, because I was afraid I would get special treatment, I didn’t want to feel like my grades weren’t earned. It was great that he reassured me that he provided the same for my 

classmates. 

‘Good morning, I am okay with texts. That was very sweet of you, thank you. I appreciate it.‘ 

I texted back, hoping texting was actually okay. However, how would he ever find out about it? It should be fine as long as I keep my distance from them. Next, I clicked on Kingston’s text. Hopefully, he didn’t mention anything about what happened yesterday. I didn’t need the reminder because then, I would be tortured by what we could have had if it weren’t for our break. 

“Tell me when you are awake.‘ 

I raised my eyebrows, that was the only thing his message said. A laugh escaped me as I re–read his message. Text from him could go one or two ways. They could either be long and sweet or they could be short and demanding. There was no in–between. 

‘I am awake now. Good morning to you too.‘ 

I hit send, shaking my head at his bossiness even after we had taken a break. I got a text back a second later, leaving me to believe he had been waiting for me to text back. 

‘Good morning, someone will be at your door in fifteen minutes with breakfast. I wanted to make you something myself but it would have gotten cold on the drive from my place.‘ 

I gaped, even as my heart bounced happily in my chest, I liked seeing this side of him, the romantic side. It was a rare sight, which made me appreciate it even more. 

‘It is the thought that counts. Thank you.‘ 

I added a couple of smiley faces, my thumb hesitated on the heart emo, but I decided that would have been too much. I didn’t want to 

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Chapter 175: I Am Okay With Text Messages 

confuse them with my actions, felling them I wanted space, but then sending heart emojis. And yes, my generation used those all the time, but I had to remember my en were older than me and weren’t as used to emojis as I was. He could have correctly assumed it meant something more than just a text symbol. While I waited for the thoughtful delivery, I got ready for school. Because I had only been to the first day of school last week, I was still rocking the first–day jitters. It didn’t help that one of my former…I prayed that he would be my future dominant, my professor. It eased some of the stress knowing wouldn’t get any special treatment and that he seemed okay with our situation. But the thought of seeing him, being so close to him was tortuous. 

As I dressed, I scrolled through the social media of one of my suspects, trying to glean whatever information I could. I looked at their pictures, date of posting, their geotag, captions, anything that could help me and I came up with nada. When my intercom finally rang, I practically ran for it and then ran downstairs, excited to see what Kingston had bought me. It had been a while since I had any appetite, but him thinking of me, taking care of me made the food more appealing. The consideration behind it warmed my heart enough to settle my nerves, which made my appetite soar.