Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Knocking on His Door

When we arrived back at the penthouse, I couldn’t wait to get away from Hayden. Seeing him in such a

pleasant mood and acting a little too nice to me, just triggered warning alarms in my head. I felt restless

and anxious around him. I just wanted to hide away in my room and work on my art to heal my tired

mind.

“…Thank you for today,” I said curtly in a stiff voice before turning on my heels.

I walked as fast as I could towards my room to get away from him. If I could, I would have run away

from him. What happened today was too much and I found it so…confusing.

Once in my room I put the art supplies that we have bought together earlier away on the shelf. To be

honest, even though I didn’t end up buying a lot of things it was still too much compared to what I really

needed. Although I had tried to be selective on what I chose, I still ending up buying more than I

needed. Thanks to the sale skills of the store manager, I guess. It would be another long while before I

needed to go shopping for supplies. I waited until I heard the now-familiar sound of the door to

Hayden’s room opening and closing before I sighed with relief.

Why is Hayden acting so nice to me all of a sudden? What is that evil mafia scheming?

After a while, I figured that Hayden had settled into his bedroom. The monster is now back in his room

which meant that I can now go outside of my room for a bit. Maybe I should go to the kitchen to grab

some snacks or fruits would be nice too.

I reached opened my bedroom door and almost tripped over. Thankfully, I was able to halt my body in

time.

What the hell is this?

Piled so high in front of my door were gift wrapped boxes that seemed very familiar. I’ve seen these

boxes before earlier in the day at the arts supplies store. Isn’t this what Hayden had ordered the shop

manager to pack for him? I thought he had gone to pick these things up, so why are they piled up right

in front of my bedroom door?

Was this some…mistake? It must be.

Making myself as small as possible, I somehow managed to slide myself between the walls and the

pile of boxes and made my way out of my room. If this is a mistake, then I should tell Hayden about it. I

definitely need help to move all this stuff from my room. There was just so much of it that I was sure

that I couldn’t accomplish the task of moving them all on my own.

So much for trying to avoid him. I raised my hand as I stood in front of his bedroom door and knocked

firmly a few times. I waited but there was no response. Is Hayden…sleeping?

“Hayden!” I called his name.

Silence.

I knocked on the door a few more times and called his name.

Finally, the door in front of me opened. I took in a huge breath and held it.

Hayden stood in front of me with absolutely no clothes on.

I let out a little scream and covered my eyes in my hands. Why is he naked? Why did he come out of

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“Why are you stark naked? Put on some clothes…” I exclaimed.

“I was about to take a shower, but I heard you calling my name and knocking on my door…so…”

Hayden replied like it was no big deal.

“So, you came to the door looking like that?” I finished his thought for him.

Talk about decency…or the lack of it. Ever heard of grabbing some clothes and pulling it on…or

grabbing a towel?

“Shouldn’t you be thankful that I quickly came to the door?” he asked.

“Anyways. There are large boxes from the art supply store piled up in front of my bedroom door…” I

said as I pointed in the direction of the large boxes, keeping my eyes closed.

“Oh that…” Hayden said.

“I figured that it’s a mistake. I’ll get the men to move them…but where should I move them to?” I asked,

trying to end this conversation as soon as possible.

“I don’t know, that’s up to you. After all, I did buy all of that stuff for you…” Hayden said casually.

“Huh? what?” I exclaimed and brought my hand down from my face.

Ok…I forgot that he was naked!

“Just like I just said. I bought you all that stuff. So, you can unwrap them and tell the men where you

want to put them or if you need help,” Hayden said before he smiled a little at me.

He’s crazy. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much all that stuff costs.

“Are you crazy? I told you that I didn’t want this stuff. Why did you spend so much money on it?” I said,

feeling confused and slightly shocked.

“All the money I spent buying that stuff was truly worth it if it could get you to knock on my door like

this…” Hayden said before smiling at me and stepping closer to me.

While I stood there shocked at his words, Hayden reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist,

pulling me against his naked body. I cried out as he began kissing the side of my neck. Once I had

recovered from my initial shock from his abrupt attack, I began pushing me away immediately.

Surprisingly, Hayden let me go before he laughed playfully at me. I was at a loss for words. He’s just

making a fool out of me.

I quickly turned around and ran back to my room as fast as I could. I could feel his eyes on my back

and hear his soft and amused laughter before I reached my bedroom door.

I tried to paint and do some work for university while I was in my bedroom. However, I was finding it

very difficult to concentrate. This has never happened to me before but the fact that I knew that Hayden

was in the next room bothered me so much.

Every little sound from next door bothered me and made me imagine what he is doing. I could picture

him moving around in his room, sitting on a chair, touching things on the shelves, and plopping himself

down on his bed.

Before I knew what was going on, I had stopped working completely as my mind focused on the little

sounds coming from the room next door. I couldn’t stop myself from picturing what Hayden was doing

and thinking about what he was thinking…or feeling…

Oh, no…I am going crazy…

--To be continued…