His Mafia Prince

(WESLEY)

The mood in the room changed drastically after I fainted. Sasha stood shouting and glowering at me. Tyler and Mrs Adonis hover around me like mother hens. Sasha comes back with the pillow and the said blanket, and Tyler hands them to me. Mrs. Adonis massages my shoulders. It is a stark contrast to the hostile environment that I walked into earlier, and I’m not complaining. This is a good thing. It is important that Jericho’s family accept me as one of them. Mostly because I know how important this is to him.

I assumed that Jericho and I would go back to Las Jonas inn after the discussion with his family. But Jericho’s mom and Tyler insist that we leave the inn and come back immediately. They say that it is because they are worried about us, and that they are worried that my family might come back to hunt us again. But I suspect they just like having a pregnant omega around to spoil.

Jericho handles checking us out of the inn. Tyler takes me upstairs to Jericho’s room. The room exudes a refined elegance. It has darkroom furniture painted with a smooth glossy finish. I smell the scent of aged leather from the oversized armchair a few inches from the bed that mingles with the subtle scent of Jericho’s cologne. The queen bed is spread with crisp white linen bed sheets, and the headboard is upholstered in charcoal gray velvet.

On the massive windows are floor length curtains in a deep navy shade, their texture thick and opulent that blocks the light to create a cocoon like setting. On the floor, a plush, precisely woven Persian carpet in muted earth tones that add a layer of warmth and sophistication into the room.

I assume that Tyler will leave the room once he has shown me where it is, but that isn’t the case. Because I fainted, he insists that I get on the bed and he sits beside me, knitting a pair of booties. He lit a candle when we entered the room that flickers on the nightstand that fills the room with a strong sandalwood scent.

At first, I’m nervous and I’m not sure whether to speak freely around Tyler. I don’t know him like that. I heard a lot about him while I was living at the Caspar’s home. I know that Tyler has Sasha wrapped around his little finger, which makes him a valuable ally to me.

"Tell me something." He inches closer to me and whispers. "Is it true that you only slept with Jericho once and got pregnant?"

I’m surprised at how comfortable he already is with me that he is already asking me such personal questions. But if I’m going to be his friend, I hue that means I’m going to have to talk about personal things. "Where did you hear that?"

"Miles." He flicks his gaze to mine. "Was he telling the truth?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks. "Yes."