All Chapters of The Mafia’s One Night Stand Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hazel. Making out with him while on his laps and in his private jet was even better than it had been in his bed. Andrey know what I liked, the moves that made me moan and gasp and sink my finger into his hair. He pulled back and smiled up at me, his hands roaming up and down my back before he cups my butt and gives it a gently squeeze--I smiled, biting my lower lip. I hate it when I do that because it meant I was going nuts over him. How did I get so obsessed with this man?“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was rich and deep. Warmth ran between my legs, leaving on emptiness behind I was afraid only he could fill. He leans in, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When I still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. "Or now." His li

Hazel. "Where are you taking me next, Mr. Sandro?" I ask teasingly as we finish wandering around Manhattan, the sun beginning to set. My arms are intertwined with Andrey's as he leads me onward, his destination unknown as usual. Always full of surprises. I wonder how my heart hasn't ceased yet from all his unpredictable surprises. "Patience, my love," he replies softly, planting a kiss on my hand. I giggle and obediently follow his lead. Though tired, I'm reluctant for the day to end. All I can think about is a hot shower and a massage—I certainly need one—but I trust Andrey to surprise me with that too. He takes me to a bridge and instructs me to wait. As he disappears from view, I sigh softly and turn my attention to the waves below. There are swans gliding gracefully on the water, their pristine white feathers reflecting the fading light. They seem to exude a sense of pride in their appearance, and I can't help but admire them. Observing the boats in the distance, I noti

Andrey. She screeched once more, hurling another piece of clothing in my direction. It felt like a storm of anger, each thing she threw adding to the tempest raging within her. For the past ten minutes, she'd been pacing, her movements erratic, her face contorted with frustration. It seemed like anything within arm's reach became a missile aimed at me, and I flinched with each toss.I hesitated to approach her, fearing her wrath. Her silence was more unnerving than any words she could have spoken. It was as if her silence held a weight that drowned out any attempts at communication. Whenever I dared to open my mouth, she silenced me with a guttural growl, a warning sign that I was only fueling her anger.So, I remained still, letting her vent her fury. The onslaught of objects hurled my way didn't matter as much as her well-being. I hoped that once her anger had subsided, she would be ready to listen.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she collapsed onto the bed, her sobs

Hazel"I really do love working with your team, it's like a dream come true," I express as we stroll out of the meeting hall. Despite the lingering guilt for leaving Palm Angels behind, Francesco's understanding nature eases my conscience. He's so accommodating and easy to get along with, yet simultaneously resolute and dedicated. I deeply admire his work ethic and unwavering commitment."Ah, don't be so hard on yourself. You needed that vacation after what you went through. Right now, I've got some clients waiting for me in my office. We'll catch up later," he reassures me, waving away my concerns with a dismissive gesture. With a nod, I watch him disappear down the hallway before making my way to my office.Today marks my first day back at work, despite originally planning to extend my time off. I couldn't bear the thought of idling away at home for another two weeks, aimlessly pacing the halls of Andrey's guest house and making rearranges of nothing that does not need rearrangin

Hazel. I quickened my pace, every step weighing heavier with the burden of anger and sorrow. Anxiousness gripped me tightly; I had no inkling of what awaited me, no clue as to the sight that would greet my eyes upon arrival. Uncertainty gnawed at my insides, twisting and turning with each passing moment. Drawing in a deep breath, I braced myself before pushing open the glass door, crossing the threshold into the police station.My last visit to this place flashed through my mind – a late-night ordeal involving Chris, involved in a fight at some obscure club. A call in the dead of night, beckoning me to his aid. Now, fate had led me back to these familiar yet unwelcome surroundings, this time to confront a crisis involving my mother."Um, excuse me. I am here for Carol Scott," I ventured tentatively, addressing the nearest officer, who nodded in acknowledgment before gesturing towards the chief's office. Following his guidance, I stepped into the room, finding my mother seated on