All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Broken Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Asher found himself watching Sera sleep. He knew if she woke up and saw him here, she would be freaked the f*uck out. Even though Asher knew he couldn't move from the corner chair, he had been sitting in for the last twenty minutes. She looked so small and fragile, but he knew while her body may be delicate, her mind was anything but. The night she had was traumatizing, but she handled it like a champ. She had her legs tucked tight against her and cradled her head in her hand, sleeping soundly. "What the hell have I gotten myself into..." he muttered. Asher Valentino, a notorious womanizer and cold-hearted man, brought a woman home and gave her this room. Nobody had caught his interest like this in a long time. She was the opposite of his typical type, soft when he preferred long and lean. He liked his women as model beauties, but she was naturally beautiful. She didn't need a full face of makeup to turn heads. Asher sighed; even with the contract written that moment, h

Asher had slept like a damned baby. So much so that when Xavier came barreling into his room at nine-f*ucking-thirty in the morning, he barely flinched when the covers were yanked off him. "Come on man!" Xavier groaned as he unknowingly flashed himself. "Who sleeps naked anymore?" Asher groaned as Xavier threw open his curtains, the sunlight filling the room with overwhelming light. "A grown a*ss man, that's who," Asher muttered, flipping Xavier a finger. All he heard was a chuckle from his best friend. "Yeah, well, that grown a*ss man missed two meetings this morning already. Aaron is pissed, she didn't want to deal with pissy coworkers of yours calling about where her boss was when he was supposed to be in a room with them talking about new trading agreements." Asher groaned and pushed himself out of bed, walking toward his closet. "She should've just told them I was sick or something. Believe it or not, I'm not at the beck and call of every one of my fathers

The surprised look on Sera's face was well worth the walk down to her bedroom. He quickly could've sent someone else to drop off the laptop he had purchased her, and the credit card was now in her name and attached to his spending account. Her mouth dropped open like a gaping fish as she held the fabric scraps.It's very amusing indeed. "You know," Asher starts as Sera stands there. I much prefer white lingerie on my women." She tosses the underwear back in the box and crosses her arms, glaring at him. "Such violence, and to think I brought you a gift." Asher stated, motioning to the computer and envelope sitting next to him on the dresser. "What is that?" She asked, grabbing the box and walking into her closet, most likely trying to hide the rest of the clothing Jaime had sent her with. "It's your monthly allowance card, along with a laptop." He said, watching her walk out of the closet, her hips swaying deliciously.He could remember exactly how it felt to have h

Asher's phone had gone off five times during his meeting—five times. Each time he went to look at it, the frustrated man across from him cleared his throat. Ding. Six times. "I'm sorry, is there something more important going on that you need to address?" Mateo Percheron asked as Asher leaned back, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Asher read the name of the person who had messaged him. "It's nothing to be concerned about; I'm just getting some updates on business." Asher read Xaviers' name across his screen. The man was leaving paragraphs in his texts. What the f*uck? "Continue." He waved at Mateo, enjoying that the man bristled at Ashers' blatant nonchalance at who he was speaking. "As I was saying..." He grunted, taking a swig of his whiskey. Asher put his phone down and stared at the man sitting across the desk disinterestedly. Asher wanted to know what was so damn crucial that Xavier felt the need to message him instead of calling him. He never m

Asher didn't know what to think as he sat on the couch across from Sera. He didn't like that not knowing what to think of her was becoming all too regular of a feeling to him. The memory of him listening to the beautiful sound of her playing the piano filtered through his head. He stood outside her door and just listened. His eyes closed as he felt more than heard every note she played, the emotion she conveyed with every keystroke. Asher wasn't a stranger to listening to the piano; his sister had played when she was younger, but it had been so long since he lost himself in the music since anything, but the pain had filled his mind from looking at the piano that had been locked away in a dark room until Sera had come along. "Everything looks good, a little on the lighter side weight-wise, but other than that you're in perfect health Miss." Dr. Noland smiled. The older man had been serving their family since Asher was a child. It was the only doctor Asher could trust; instead,