His Mafia Prince

(SASHA)

For the next few days, I don’t see Tyler. Life has to go on even after Father’s death. The operations haven’t been seized. There are tons of things to take care of, that’s not even counting the funeral and burial preparation. Even though I don’t see Tyler, I keep tabs on him through Miles. He’s settling in well so far.

Mother has stayed in her room for the last three days when she finally decides to come out on the fourth. She invites Tyler for lunch. Miles tells me she took him shopping. I’m glad she has Tyler’s company. He is a good listener and has this soothing energy that I’m sure must’ve been what attracted Mother to him when they first met.

I gave instructions to the house staff today to arrange dinner in my room. I want to spend some time with Tyler today. I want to touch base with him. I’ve barely seen him since father’s death and I figured it would be good if we had dinner together, just the two of us. The funeral is due tomorrow and I know Tyler will want to know what his role will be then.

Once I’m done with work, I head to the bedroom. I have to admit the surge of excitement I get when I see Tyler. It feels like forever since I last saw him. Due to the work overload, I’ve been spending most nights on the couch in Father’s study. Part of the reason is because I thought I’d let Tyler settle in the room first without feeling bugged by my presence.

Usually, I’m not this considerate. I want Tyler happy. The happier he is, the easier things will be for me.

When I get to the bedroom, I notice the shower running. Light seeps from below the bathroom door, which tells me Tyler is in the shower. I also notice the dinner cart is already here. I so much need a shower right now but I’m starving, and if I don’t eat now, the food will get cold.

Sneaking into the shower with Tyler feels like a great idea to save time, but I don’t want to be kicked in the balls. Also, I’m not sure how much I’d control myself being naked around him when he’s all wet and his skin bare. Too tempting. I don’t want to spook him. I’ll just shower later. It will be safer for both of us.

I walk over and lift one of the lids. My mouth waters when I see the chicken tikka, gratin potatoes and asparagus. It’s been days since I had a hot meal, not because the house staff didn’t try to feed me, but because I’ve been buried busy with work. I doubt it’d be easy to make calls when your mouth is stuffed with food.

I put the lid back then loosen my tie. I sit at the edge of the bed and remove my coat too. I begin to undo the first few buttons of my shirt when the shower suddenly shops. Tyler walks out minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist. My breath hitches when I see him as desire itches through me.

He stops in his tracks the minute he sees me. "Oh, shit."