Entangled With The Mafia Lord

Waking up with Aria half snuggled on my chest under the covers was one of the best way a man could wake up, I glanced around the room and was thankful Aria had remembered to pull the floor length curtains closed last night after we returned from the kitchen by some minutes to three am in the morning if not I’d have almost be blinded by the harsh morning sun. I stretched my hand towards the bedside table to retrieve my phone, but the phone was a bit far from my outstretched hand which led to me shifting my body along with my arm and resulting in Aria jolting away and almost colliding her forehead with my jaw had I not quickly placed a hand on her head to steady her.

“It’s just me.” I said to Aria who had to my disappointment shifted completely away from my body into the bed where she laid, rubbing her fingers against her sleep filled eyes while stifling a yawn. I checked the time on my retrieve phone, it was some minutes after nine am in the morning. Considering the time Aria returned back up here from the kitchen until now didn’t seem like enough sleep for Aria since I was sure she wasn’t used to staying without enough sleep, her relaxed beautiful face with no signs of puffy eyes or eye bags was proof enough since she started working with me at the beginning of this week, and I don’t want that changing on my behalf.

“Go to sleep, yeah?” I whispered against her forehead after a light kiss there before rolling out the bed and taking a few precious minutes to stretch my whole body. I really need to work out, my muscles were cramping too much with so much knots for me to not work out thoroughly each time I get a chance. Maybe I’ll do some press ups and pushups this morning to relieve the cramps a little, even though those were nothing compared to the punching bags I always managed to destroy almost every week and sometimes between a few days. There was a time where I was too worked up and stressed, I destroyed a new punching bag in a day after pounding and kicking away at it for over six hours, hence my reasons for preferring to work off my stress before they pile up on each other.

The sex last night helped take off the edge of that stress, I’ve got to admit. I stopped stretching and glanced at the bed to caught Aria watching me intently, her eyes still filled with sleep and her hair framing her cute face and sleepy eyes, she slapped her palms over a face and rolled over until her face was buried in the sheets once she caught me watching her and I chuckled while shaking my head as I picked up my shirt from the chair and shrugged it on before making my way into the bathroom. After emptying my bladder and brushing my teeth, I washed my face before combing my ruffled hair until it was smooth again. The person that stared back at me was different from the person I saw in the mirror two days ago, my eyes weren’t that swollen and the bags under my eyes were noticeably reduced, which made me look a lot more relaxed than before. I had no doubt that the sex helped a grateful, and also the slight peace of mind that my whole family was safe and with me for now, along with the woman I’m quite sure I’m in love with.

I mean, if I wasn’t in love with her, I wouldn’t be thinking about her every Goddamn time, now would I?

I remember when I asked her to be my girlfriend last night, I hadn’t even thought about it when I popped the question, I just said it the moment it popped in, even I myself was quite surprised.

Aria had spluttered at a loss of words before asking me if I was indeed sure about what I was asking.

“Are you sure you want me to be your girlfriend? I mean, does your girlfriend like your woman? Oh fuck, this is really happening. She had muttered the last words under her breath before glancing up at me, when I didn’t reply her rambles, she slowly nodded her head.

“You’d need to use your words.” I said to her and I watched as she rolled her eyes while smiling a little.

“Yeah, I think I’d want to be your girlfriend.”

“You think? You need to be sure, man.” I added in immediately.

“Wait, what? Did you just call me ‘man’?” She inquired with her lips a little parted and her eyelids blinking slowly. I chuckled and pushed her floating hair behind her ear. “That honestly just slipped out, you’re too cute and hot for me or any sensible man to mistake you for a man, and also too sassy.” I silently added the fact that if there was any guy I know that was really sassy, that would have to be Daven, that kid was savage, sassy and really loud.

“Or too short.” She added and I shook my head as I hiked her up into my arms and placed her on the counter beside her almost empty plate and slid into my own chair. To her surprise, I wrapped my arms around her waist and glanced up at her while she glanced down at me. In that position, my head was at her chest level which left her on a higher level.

“See? Not so short anymore, you’re way taller than me now.” I said to her with a small wink and a grin broke out on her face as her fingers crept into my hair and stroked the roots a little.

“I guess.” She replied, the beautiful smile still playing across her lips.

“So…” I started.

She grinned wider this time, “Yeah, I wanna be your girlfriend.”

The grin on my face mirrored hers and the thoughts about me being way mushy than I’d even been in my entire life with women barely registered in my mind and I squeezed her waist a little tighter while she tugged my head into her neck for a hug.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Being mine looks so good on you.” I said teasingly once we broke out of the hug and she rolled her eyes while trying to hide her wild smile with her fingers but I tugged her hands and wrapped them around my neck before leaning up to slowly brush my lips against hers.

“My woman.” I whispered against her lips and she grinned even wider, her eyes completely disappearing between her almost closed eyelids as she lightly bit on my lower lips to try to stop her grin from getting any wilder while I chuckled softly against her lips…

I shook my head to shove the scene when I asked her to be my girlfriend this early morning in the kitchen. As I stepped back into the room, I dug into the hair accessories Aria ordered and picked out a black hairband which I used to tie my hair into a bun on top of my head. I parted the bun as I picked up my phone and shoved it into my pocket before making my way out of the room and closing the door quietly behind me. It was a Sunday morning and the sun was still shining bright as ever.

I went back upstairs on meeting no one downstairs to go drag Tristan out of bed so we could work out a little before showering, eating and finally sitting down to plan, especially now that Daven was already recovering as well as Nicolas, hopefully we’d be able to figure these whole shit out.