MY Possessive Mafia Men novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: I Don’t Want To Get The Day Off 

Chapter 67: I Don’t Want To Get The Day Off 

Angelia 

We stayed at the club until two o’clock in the morning which was probably not such a bright idea given that Andy and I had an early shift at the cafe. I could only hope Riccardo would go easy on me since I would be meeting after work today. On d second thought, I didn’t want him to go easy on me at all, not even with possible headache and little sleep, that was what aspirin and coffee could take care of. 

Apparently, Kent didn’t live far from Andy’s house and since James was going to sleepover at his place, we all ended up sharing the same taxi and they dropped me off first. 

“It was really nice meeting you, guys.“I said as I stepped out of the car. It had been great meeting James but the other guy, not so much. 

“You too,” James slurred from the front passenger seat and Kent echoed the sentiment. 

They were all pretty much drunk, even Andy who had work early in the morning but I had only two drinks. I could be sensible, although it had more to do with Kent than anything else. I didn’t want to get drunk with him around and throughout the night, I had stayed close to Andy and James and laid off drinking anything but water after his weird comment. 

When I got inside my house, I opened my bag and brought my phone out, I hadn’t looked at it throughout the night. It had been a fun night out besides the fact that I had to make sure I was never alone with Kent. James was so sweet and clearly enamored with my friend, he also watched out for me the same way Andy always did. He helped me out of an uncomfortable situation with men who were hitting on me, he had even blocked one guy who was coming on too strong and yelled at him that I am not available. 

I was happy I had gone out with them, if only so I could meet the one my friends were falling for. Turning on my phone, I responded to several messages on the locked screen but my eyes widened when I saw text messages from Riccardo. 

Marshall mentioned you are going out tonight, have fun and send me a text when you get home so I know you are safe.” 

“I am starting to get worried, are you home yet?” 

Angelia, if you don’t respond, I will come to you.” 

1/4 

15:03 

at, Oct 26 

Chapter 67: I Don’t Want To Get The Day Off 

My heart warmed at the thought of him worrying about me, it was a sweet gesture and one 1 wasn’t used to unless it was my parents. I probably would have gotten one from Andy but then again whenever I was out which was rarely, it was with him. Just as I was about to respond to his message and let him know that I was okay when someone pounded on my door. I almost jumped out of my skin at the sudden noise from the hallway outside. 

“Angelia, are you in there?” Riccardo’s voice was unmistakable and I breathed a sigh of relief. 

For a second, I thought it was a thief or something worse, trying to break into my apartment. Hurrying to my door, I unblock and open it, meeting the face of a worried and slightly irritated Riccardo. He didn’t even wait for me to invite him in as he walked past me only stopping when he was in the middle of the room and turned towards me. 

“You didn’t text back,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I was just about to, I am sorry for not responding sooner. I am not used to people looking after 

me like that.” 

“Get used to it, honey. So, are you okay?” His eyes trailed over every part of me, trying to see if I 

was indeed okay. 

“Yes, I am a little tired, that’s all.” I replied, noticing he was also looking tired. 

“Why are you even up this late? I hope I didn’t keep you awake.” I mumbled, biting my lower lip. 

He had never been inside my house before and now that he was in it, the place felt smaller like he 

was taking up all the space with his presence. 

“I was at work,” he responded. 

Gosh, did this man even sleep at all? I got the sense that he woke up early and didn’t go to bed until late at night. That couldn’t be a healthy lifestyle. 

“You should eat something.” He changed the subject so quickly and I got dizzy. 

“No, I am okay. I just thought I would drink some water and head off to bed.” I replied, I wasn’t really hungry either, I never was after I had been out and his eyes narrowed. 

“You were out drinking, right?” He asked and I nodded. 

He turned and found the kitchen, not that it was difficult to spot with how tiny my apartment 

was. 

“I will make you some toast, you have work in the morning and then you are with me later in the 

2/4 

Chapter 67: I Don’t Want To Get The Day Off 

day, or did you forget?” 

“I definitely didn’t forget.” I responded immediately. How could I when these men were all I could 

think about? 

“Good, then you will eat. Just because you had a late night doesn’t mean you are off from your evening with me. That is my day and I won’t give it away.” He smirked and went ahead with making me something to eat. 

I didn’t have much in the fridge but I had the essential items for toast. It was almost comical watching him in my kitchen, searching in my cupboards and the fridge and grabbing what he needed. He was almost bigger than the kitchen. 

“I don’t want to get the day off anyways.” I admitted, I was now standing close to him and my eyes were drinking in the sight of him. 

It was such a domestic thing to do, him making me something to eat and my heart squeezed a bit with some unfamiliar emotion. As he finished up, he grabbed the plate and a water bottle from my 

fridge. 

“Where do you eat?” There wasn’t judgment in his voice or eyes as he examined my room. 

“Either by the desk or the bed.” I replied. 

I was too tired to be ashamed of my crappy place, though I felt I should be, considering I had been to his penthouse and seen just how luxurious he was living compared to me. 

“We will sit on the bed.” He decided and led the way before sitting down on the small bed gracefully while I plopped down beside him. 

“Here you go,” he handed me both the water and the plate and I placed them on my lap. 

“Thank you.” I mumbled. 

I was touched at the way he was taking care of me. When I decided I wanted a dominant, I never envisioned it would be like this. Aftercare was there but not this, it made me feel cherished. 

“Do you want some? I won’t be able to finish it all. I offered, holding the plate for him but he 

didn’t make a move to take it. 

“Eat what you can first.” 

It should have been awkward eating like this with his eyes entirely focused on me but somehow, it wasn’t. The toasts tusted way better than when I made it myself even though I always used the 

3/4 

15:03 Sat, Oct 26 LG