MY Possessive Mafia Men novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: I Have No Interest In You, Adanna 

Chapter 178: 1 Have No Interest In You, Adanna 

Marshall 

my “Marshall?” Adanna fucking purred and my eyes instantly narrowed. As far as she knew, Angelia was still 

submissive. 

“Adanna,” I kept my voice bland, not too friendly so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea, but not too rude either. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“Nice to see you too.” She teased, coming to a stop right in front of me, and way too fucking close. Smothering me with her perfume, I took a subtle step back, and created some space between us. 

“And yes, I am doing great. What about you.” 

“Sorry, it has been a long day.” I dragged my hand through my hair, already tired of this conversation. 

“No problem, I admire a hard–working man and you are the most hard–working man I have ever met.” She winked as she lay on the bullshit too thickly. 

I was hardly the most hard–working man she had met, both of my friends worked way harder than me. 

“You do look a bit tense.” She muttered. 

“You know, I will give you a fantastic massage if you ever need one.” She added. 

“I am perfectly fine, Adanna. If I were to get a massage, I would hire a professional one.” I said firmly. 

“Hmm, I would think your submissive would take better care of you unless…maybe it was too much for her? Can’t she handle you guys?* 

What she implied hung in the air, that she could do a better job made my chest swell with protectiveness over Angelia. 

“You are stepping way out of the line here, Adanna.” My voice rose with the anger I felt. 

“She takes better care of us than anyone else ever could, including you. 

Angelia was worth billions to her and any other woman. She stiffened slightly before she chuckled, her hand slapping my arm. 

“I was just teasing you, I didn’t mean anything by that. I am sure she is wonderful.” 

“Yes, she is.” I grunted, sounding more like Kingston than myself. I despised the thought that anyone would even think about putting down Angelia’s worth to us. 

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have even joked about that.” 

“You shouldn’t have, be sure to never do that again.” 

“I won’t,” she promised. 

She moved closer to me, her eyes squinting at my chest. With a hand, she reached out to pluck something off me. 

“You have a lint right here, hold on and I will get it for you.” 

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Chapter 178; I Have No Interest In You, Adanna. 

“Adanna…” I began to protest but froze mid–sentence, my eyes catching on someone standing at the end of the hallway. The same place where Adanna had come from only a moment ago. 

Angelia’s eyes were wide as she took us in, noting how close Adanna was standing to me and she was most definitely seeing the hand she currently had on my chest. My mouth opened to say something to Angelia, to tell her that this was definitely not what it looked like, but I soon closed it again, trapping any words that wanted to come out. I couldn’t let Adanna know Angelia was a student here, goodness knows what she would do with that information. I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her, and with my aversion to touching her, it wouldn’t be a throw at all, but more like a slight push. That was how long I could stand being in physical contact with her. A second later, Angelia turned around and vanished from my view. 

“There, it is gone.” She said with a flirty smile. 

If I thought she would give me space back, I thought wrong. With a sigh, I took another step back and gave her a tired look. 

“Adanna, I want you to be clear about one thing. I have no interest in you, and I do not look at you as anything other than my sister’s friend. Nothing will ever happen between us.” 

I had never spelled it out because, honestly, I had thought she would lose interest seeing how uninterested I had been. But that hadn’t been the case and I was tired of her come–ons. Not giving her a chance to react or cause drama at my place of work, I asked curtly. 

“Now, what are you actually doing here?” I was starting to get not only annoyed but pissed too. 

I hated Angelia seeing this shit and probably thinking way too much with her overactive brain. Our girl had a vivid imagination, that much I had figured out after spending time with her and getting a look inside that beautiful but active mind of hers. 

“Oh, that.” She said, her voice growing colder than I had ever experienced, because I took that as a good sign. It meant she was starting to understand where I stood. 

“Yes, that.” 

I was close to losing all my patience. 

“Your sister tried to call you, but you didn’t answer.” My brows scrunched up. 

“Why didn’t she call me on my work phone?” 

I remember I had forgotten to turn off the flight mode on my private phone after my last class. It was still in my bag, but that shouldn’t 

have been a problem. Ava had my number to my work phone too, just in case. 

“She did, it was disconnected.” 

Shit! I had forgotten to charge it, and it had probably turned itself off by now. It was something I never forgot to do, but the streets of these recent days had my mind elsewhere. 

“Anyway,” she continued.. 

“I was in the neighborhood and told her I would swing by your office to let you know.” 

“Thanks, did she say anything about what this was about?” I asked, I was worried. If she had sent her friend after me, it would have been 

serious. 

“It is probably best if you talk to her, it is about your dad.” 

Father, I corrected silently. I didn’t like to think of him as my dad. Dad would imply a man who had been there for the children. Dad was a word associated with love and care. Father, on the other hand, sounded much more distant, more cold and that suited our relationship 

better. 

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