His Mafia Prince

Chapter 49: At My Home? No



(SASHA)

We get up and clean quickly. It baffles me why we are suddenly behaving like cave people. How everything escalated from the claiming and biting to this puzzles me. I’d like to think of myself as a decent person, but my behaviour is proving otherwise. There’s something else controlling me. And it isn’t logic.

I have to change my entire outfit because we got slick and semen on them. Once we have dressed, we hesitate before opening the bedroom door. Tyler chuckles naughtily, then I tick a hair off of his face. My chest feels tight at his gaze.

"Will you tell me why you were so angry earlier?" I ask him softly.

He shakes his head. "No."

I bite my jaw and then shrug. "You can’t hide it from me forever though. You know that, right? Either way, I’m going to find out."

He averts his gaze and then holds the doorknob. "Can we go now?"

"Yes." I know he is avoiding the question.

He turns the knob and the door opens then we let ourselves out. I walk behind him as we descend the stairs. From this vantage point, I can see everything clearly, even the guests whispering to each other as Tyler and I descend the stairs. If I’m being honest, I get a swell of pride when they steal glances at us like this. I love having Tyler beside me. I’ve always thought he was beautiful, but now he looks even more breathtaking.

Mother looks around until her gaze meets mine then I notice that she is annoyed. She approaches us. "Where have you two been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Everyone’s been asking."

"Tyler was helping me clean up my suit." I lie. "Something spilled on me."

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