All Chapters of The Mafia And His Stalker: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TWO WEEKS LATER Zara HowardI dreadfully get out of bed, wrapping the blanket around me as I walk to the kitchen like a zombie. The last few days have been hell. I have tried to work from home on most days and even when I was forced to go to work, I was a living corpse. I groan to myself as I make myself a cup of coffee. I really did not want to get out of bed today. It has been barely ten minutes since I have been up and I already hate eleven minutes of this morning. Xena and Scarlett both asked me if I could meet them for brunch today. When I told them I could meet just one of them, they coordinated and decided that the three of us will have brunch together. I am pretty sure it is an intervention of some kind. Honestly, I can't really blame them for being concerned for me. If I had it in me, I would be concerned for me too. I barely recognize myself since Axel dropped the bomb. At some point, my mother even suggested coming over for a few days to take care of me. But that is p

Zara HowardA loud scream jolts me out of my slumber. I winced as I felt a thumping headache. As much as I understand alcoholics using alcohol to escape reality, I am not a fan of the after-effects. "Jesus! Scarlett, for the love of God, can you tone it down?" I complain as I walk to the living room. If she is about to lecture me about my clothes lying around or how I didn't do the dishes, I am really not in the mood for it. I got home around two o'clock last night and considering the eventful evening that I had, I passed out as soon as my body hit the bed. I check the time and it's 5 PM already. Jeez, I literally slept through the whole day. I wonder how long would I continue to sleep if Scarlett's screech didn't wake me up.As soon as I see her face, blood drains out of my face. She looks at me with fear evident on her tear-stained face. I glance down to see her holding onto a sheet of paper that seems like a letter. "Are you okay, Scarlett? Are you hurt? What is going on?" I ask

Zara HowardAfter everything that happened yesterday, I have learnt my lesson. No matter how sharp his words were, he was right. I am the one who needs him and not the other way around. He has been generous enough to let me stay with him in the Lancaster penthouse. I can't act like this ungrateful brat who does whatever she wants and expects people to just be okay with it.I freshen up and go down for breakfast. I can't avoid Asher and stay in my room forever. I notice Mrs Costanza setting up the plates for breakfast."Good morning, Mrs. Costanza!" I chirp as I start to help her set the plates. "Oh, looks like you are finally done hiding from Asher?" Mrs Costanza says as she proceeds to toast the bread, barely even glancing at me. What happened to Hello! Good morning, you little ray of sunshine. "Hiding? From Asher? What are you talking about?" I ask as I try my best to play it dumb. Mrs. Costanza gives me a look that says 'Who are you kidding?' "What? Seriously! I was sick." I p

Zara HowardOnce Xena leaves, I head back to my room. I plonk onto the bed with my face flat on the mattress. Xena's words loom over my mind. 'I had no idea orgasms could hit so hard. The rough intensity. The grabbing and groping. The pleasurable pain.'I groan into the pillow as her words keep chanting in my brain. I feel the pressure building up in the pit of my stomach as I feel every ounce of self-control crumbles into bits.Sure, I have always admired Asher, his handsome face, his taunting smirk, his deep dimples, his husky voice, and his forest green eyes always gleaming with mischief.But it has taken every fibre of my being to not think of Asher too sexually. To not think of him while I touch myself. To not think of him when I read smutty romance books even if that meant I had to picture a faceless blob throughout the story. Because deep down, I know once I give in, I won't be able to stop. Asher can already see right through me. I can only imagine my plight if I let my filt

Zara HowardAfter everything Asher told me last night, I'm left with a very hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. As much as I appreciate him telling me the truth about the whole situation, I really don't know what to feel anymore. Knowing the real reason behind the whole arranged marriage arrangement and how it isn't some stupid boyish stubbornness makes my soft spot for him only grow further. I know how practical and realistic Asher is about a few things so I don't think anything is changing his mind about the marriage situation.But I can't help but let my mind linger back to all the times Asher has shown he cares, more than any man in my life ever did. There is never a question about whether or not he'll look out for me. He always does. Whether it was providing for my family after my stepfather was gone, whether it was taking care of our safety. He is letting me stay under his roof without expecting anything, for fuck's sake.I don't really know how that soft spot I have for