Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Hayden Takes Responsibility

“I know that you probably don’t like doing any of this but…I want to have a wedding that you would like

too. After all, it is our wedding not just my wedding, you know…” I confessed truthfully although Hayden

might think that my worries are all just nonsense.

“I understand but I did mean it when I said that I’ll be happy with whatever that you choose. Honestly, I

don’t really have any preferences,” Hayden replied matter-of-factly.

What he said made sense and it was also logical. I knew that I was probably being too emotional about

this but…

“And I’ll be happy with whatever you choose too. So…can we at least choose some things together?” I

suggested hopefully.

I probably sounded so desperate right now, but it would mean so much to me if he would give me his

opinion.

“…Fine. I’ll help you pick out your wedding dress and everything to do with your outfit. The rest, I would

prefer if you worked it out with the organizer. If you feel lost, just let them pick and I’ll pay for it,” Hayden

said before he waited for my response.

“Ok…fair enough…” I mumbled.

“Stop sulking already. Eat and sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to try on some wedding dresses,” Hayden

said as he ruffled my hair playfully with his large hand.

I wasn’t sure if a gesture like that was designed to make me feel better, but I did end up smiling a little

now that we were sort of back on the same wavelength.

“Thank you…” I thanked him again.

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After spending sometime late last night going through the file that Hayden sent, I had picked out an

organizer that I wanted to work with. Everything was just based on what was written in the profile but

that would have to do since I didn’t have time on my hands to talk to various organizers before making

a decision. Saturday was fast approaching.

“Have you called the organizer?” Hayden asked first thing in the morning when he woke up.

Luckily, I had just gotten off the call with the representative of the organizer who will be taking care of

our case. Hayden looked sleepy as he trudged out of his bedroom into the living room. His blonde hair

was more than slightly tousled, and I thought that he looked even more sexy than usual. Hayden

stretched before he plopped himself down on the sofa next to me and placed an arm around my

shoulder. My body tipped sideways when he pulled me into a hug. He buried his face in my chest and

when I looked down, I saw that his eyes were closed.

“I already called. They want to meet with us to discuss what we want. Even if I tell them that they can

choose for us they still think that having some direction from us would help them work more efficiently,”

I explained.

I felt his head moving and his face rubbing against my breasts as he seemed to nod in either

agreement or understanding. His hair felt soft and pleasing against my fingers as I ran my fingers

through his hair. Hayden’s arms around my shoulders tightened and I started wondering if and when

we would be able to leave the house at this rate.

“We should meet them after we’re done picking out your dress…” Hayden mutter against my breasts

before his blue eyes looked up at me.

“You should shower and get dressed…” I suggested lightly before I smiled down at him.

Hayden narrowed his eyes at me in slightly dissatisfaction before burying his face back in against my

breasts. I prayed that he wouldn’t fall asleep this way.

…

“Next…” Hayden muttered after glancing for a brief moment my way.

I watched in complete disappointment as Hayden’s eyes quickly returned to his mobile screen. A sense

of déjà vu filled my chest as Hayden kept on saying that single word every time that I stepped out of the

dressing room with a new wedding dress on.

“Next…” Hayden said emotionlessly before his eyes returned to his phone once again.

By that time, I had already lost track of how many wedding dresses that I’ve tried on. Probably a little

over 20?

The shop manager who had graciously offered to take care of us seemed to also be on edge and I

pitied the middle-aged woman as she struggled to up her game in picking the right wedding dress for

me. The other shop assistants were clearly trying their best as well, but despite their efforts, Hayden

had never given a single dress a second glance. I was starting to lose confidence in myself as well

when I started wondering if there was something wrong with the dresses or was there something wrong

with me?

“Next…” Hayden muttered without hesitation when I stepped out of the dressing room in yet another

wedding gown.

I gave the shop manager an apologetic smile before I stepped back into the dressing room to change

into another wedding gown that they had prepared for me. Honestly, I couldn’t see what was so off or

so wrong with the dresses. They all looked more than decent, and some were probably more

extravagant than what I would usually prefer.

This whole event just reminded me of when Hayden helped pick out a dress for me earlier. I sighed in

frustration as I wondered what exactly he was looking for and what he thought was the perfect wedding

dress for me. The curtains to the dressing room opened and I stepped out in a heavily sequined

mermaid tail wedding dress with a matching veil.

Hayden’s blue eyes glanced over to me before it travelled down the length of my body. I could tell even

before he opened his mouth that this dress didn’t make the cut either. I closed my eyes before I let out

another sigh.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Hayden said as he waved his hand dismissively.

What does that mean?

“Umm…we do have more dresses if the ones you saw did not match your liking…” the shop manager

said politely.

“Thank you so much. Let me talk to him for a bit and we’ll meet you back out front…” I quickly told the

manager.

--To be continued…