All Chapters of Impregnated By The Mafia Don : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

AlexanderMy hand curled around Aryana's neck, and I dragged her down, taking her lips into a searing kiss. Our bodies were hot, and our breaths were coming out short. There were scathing emotions in the kiss, with a need so unquenchable we didn't even know what we were looking for. Still, there was no urge to reach any conclusion. The craving was aflame. Our teeth clattered, tongues were bitten, and lips were worshiped. It was a race, the pace of which kept fastening. Our upper halves rocked back and forth as we kissed on my bed.This was the first time that Aryana entered my room. I would have given her more time to look around on a normal day, but the lust clouding my mind marked it as abnormal.I nipped at Aryana's skin, and she moaned. My thrill intensified at summoning the moan out of her mouth. Aryana's knees hit the back of my bed, and her eyes found mine, which I was sure were rounded with lust, especially with how my locks were falling on my forehead. I ran my hand down her

AryanaI could barely contain my excitement. Alexander watched me with an amused smile, but I could tell my happiness also made him happy. Alexander had spoken to his father, and his father had permitted my adoptive father to come and visit me! I was elated and, at the same time, so grateful to Alexander. Despite the risk involved, he still helped me. He even took it further by considering inviting my father over when I had only considered calling him instead.I couldn't remember the last time I saw my father. It had been quite a while. As excited as I was, I was also nervous and anxious. What was I going to tell him? How was I going to introduce him to Alexander? What was I going to say our relationship was? When he asked me why I had moved here, what was I to say?There was no way I could mention the whole mafia affair. That would make him determined to drag me away from here, and as much as I had loathed it at the beginning, I didn't want to leave Alexander.At first, I wasn't sure

Alexander“Whenishegoingto get here?” Aryana asked, fiddling her hands together. She was nervous and excited to see her father again.“Tony is already on his way to pick up your father,” I answered.I was in the process of making lasagna. I wanted to make a good impression on Walter Dane. I naturally wouldn’t care about anyone having a good image of me, but this was different. This was Aryana’s father, the man she loved the most. It wouldn’t be pleasant for Aryana if her father disliked me, and it wouldn’t be easy to get her to say no if Walter decided to take Aryana away from here.Aryana was dressed in a light, floral sundress. She kept walking around, making sure everything was perfect. I could understand how she was feeling. If I were in her position and had to tell my father that I was pregnant out of the blue, I would be just as nervous as she was. Regardless of the outcome, she had me, but it would be better to have her father’s support despite the sketchy circumstances.“Do yo

AryanaThe sight I walked down to was honestly not what I expected. I had gone to Alexander’s room to clear my head, and being surrounded by things that reminded me of him made me feel at ease.I had come downstairs to ask Alexander if Tony had received any update on their whereabouts. I had reached the top of the staircase when I saw my father in the flesh standing inside the foyer. I was overcome with happiness and scanned his body, realizing how long it had been since I last saw him.I would have run downstairs to hug him if not for the tension in the foyer. I took two steps before stopping when I realized no one was talking. Alexander stood before my father so that I couldn’t see his face, but I could see Tony’s expression of discomfort.My father, on the other hand, looked cold. He stared at Alexander with impassive eyes, and his mouth was etched straight. I grimaced and wasn’t sure if I should go downstairs or stay upstairs. Was he angry with me? Was he disappointed?I couldn’t b

AlexanderThe quietness that descended upon the room after the announcement was deafeningly loud. Walter’s eyes were blown wide in shock as he gaped at me. It was the first emotion he had shown me aside from hostility and distrust. It was interesting. I knew I should have felt sorry for Aryana, who was also in a stupor from how blatant my delivery was, but I didn’t see the point in delaying matters. The quicker everything was out, the faster we could get over it.Slowly, Walter’s eyes moved to stare at his daughter. I continued eating my lasagna while waiting to see what he would say. I didn’t know what to think of Walter. Our first meeting hadn’t left a good impression of him on me, even though I knew it was logical that he would foremost care about his daughter. He first looked at me with hostility which later transformed into apathy and mild politeness. I knew it was petty, but I couldn’t help but feel satisfied at how shocked he felt—a little payback for his uncalled attitude towa