Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 68 I Am Not Impressed, Mr Valentino

She closed her eyes, letting the water run over her, but her mind refused to let go of the images. Alessandro's hands on her body, his lips on her skin, the way he whispered her name with such intensity when his monstrous dick was inside her, stretching her painfully and never stopping pumping roughly into her slick cunt. She bit her lip, stopping a moan that was about to let out loudly, extremely torn between frustration and desire. The water might not have cooled her down, but it did give her a moment to think.

Bad, bad, Italian don! She grunted in her mind.

Despite the irritation, she fought the urge to give in and beg him to fuck her in the shower. Here her friends and colleagues thought she was a nun, not able to react to any man. But the truth was her body only responded to only one man who was the devil himself from whom Mia wanted nothing to do with anything.

Mia managed to finish cleaning herself, but the burning sensation in her core didn't subside. She wasn't sure whether she should face her devilishly charming mafia husband or not. Against her better judgment, she decided to carry on pretending to be indifferent to his allure, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected her.

She put on her formal clothes for the day and checked her schedule while drying her hair. Making a mental note of the day's plans, she applied light makeup and slipped into her black pumps. Grabbing her sling purse and work briefcase, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the day ahead.

With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, Mia stepped out of the room, her traitorous body still craving her husband's touch. She was met with the sight of Alessandro hovering over the stove, cooking eggs and bacon with effortless perfection. The chef, servants, and Emily stood silently in a corner, watching him. The scene was almost surreal, and Mia wondered if she was hallucinating.

Alessandro, in his tailored suit, moved with grace and confidence, looking even sexier. The aroma of the cooking food filled the air, but all Mia could focus on was the way he looked, so composed and in control. So dominating and intimidating, yet so deliciously gorgeous. Her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself struggling to catch her breath.

"Good morning again, amore,' Alessandro whispered huskily, sensing Mia's desirous gaze on him. He turned to her with his sensual smile that made her knees weak.

"What.." she cleared her throat to find her composed voice. "What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast!" he replied nonchalantly.

"But why? We have a chef for cooking," Mia replied bitterly, as she headed to place her work briefcase and sling bag on the breakfast counter before she marched into the kitchen. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Alessandro in frustration. "Isn't it too much for us that Mr. Valentino cooks in our kitchen?' she taunted venomously.

Alessandro chuckled, seemingly unbothered by her mockery and enjoying Mia's ranting. "I thought you would appreciate my efforts, dolcezza."

Mia rolled her eyes. "I am not impressed, Mr. Valentino."

"Baby, it's Alessandro to you. How many times do I have to remind you, vita mia?" he repeated, his possessive eyes roaming over her, making her blush sharply with embarrassment.

Mia couldn't believe Alessandro Valentino called her "baby" and "vita mia" in front of her household staff. The servants and Emily were equally stunned by the man's open flirting with Mia. They had never seen anyone talk to her like this, and yet she hadn't immediately kicked him out of her house. But here, their boss seemed to enjoy this man's sweet, coquettish talk.

Mia glared at Emily and the servants, and they hurriedly left, reading the silent warning.

"I would prefer Mr. Valentino instead," she replied sternly, making Alessandro narrow his eyes at her, clearly displeased with her response.

He paused for a brief moment, observing her intently before quietly resuming flipping the bacon in the pan. He pressed a button and poured coffee from the machine he had already started at the beginning of making breakfast, preparing two cups while plating the bacon and eggs.

Mia was intentionally calling him Mr. Valentino, as using his first name felt too intimate, too close for the emotional boundaries she desperately wanted to maintain. She needed to keep her distance for her own sanity. She didn't want to fall for him more than she already had.

She couldn't help but feel pity for her own poor heart, which longed for this cruel man despite knowing he was incapable of loving anyone but himself. Alessandro Valentino was a narcissist, a man whose world revolved solely around his own desires and needs.

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Alessandro set the plates down on the breakfast counter with a controlled calmness. Mia watched him, torn between irritation and a flicker of something she dared not name. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

"Let's eat before the breakfast turns cold. After that, I will drop you at your office and then pick you up for lunch. I've booked a table for us at your favorite restaurant," Alessandro continued speaking as he pulled out a stool for Mia and waited for her to sit before taking a seat beside her.

Mia watched him in surprise; he seemed so comfortable, as if it were a part of his daily routine as if it were all so natural for him. But it wasn't. They didn't belong to the same world.

"Why are you doing this?" Mia breathed out in exasperation.

Alessandro paused, turning fully to her. "I am doing it for us."

"There is no "us," she snapped fiercely, feeling extremely frustrated by his act of sweetness.

"Do you want me to prove it again?' he challenged with a tease in his tone, making Mia snort in mockery.

"Mia dolce, I am ready to try everything to convince you that there is an 'us, if you give me a chance." He stepped closer, reaching out to gently tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at him. Mia's breathing hitched as his face hovered close, his lips just an inch away from hers, tempting to touch and claim her.

But the trance of the moment broke as a deep voice resonated around them.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Startled, Mia stepped away from Alessandro, who frowned with irritation. Her frantic eyes shifted to the source of the angry voice, and she found Adam glaring at Alessandro with a killer instinct in his eyes.