All Chapters of Indebted to the Mafia King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

ChloeI never expected that being in a ferry heading to the city with Tony for a date would be the way I'd end this day. My life was never predictable before, but being asked on a date by him was never a thought that crossed my mind. Sure, he didn't have to say it outright that it was all just for show, and I didn't feel the need to clarify with him either, but I can't help but wonder if there's more to it than he's letting on.I'm probably kidding myself, I know. But as we stand side by side, leaning on the railing and overlooking the moonlight reflecting on the water, my mind goes back to the day we met two years ago in this same place, and my heart betrays me. Again.I still remember exactly how I felt when I saw him. When he shattered my phone and ruined my purse. And when I boldly sort of invited him on a date. I was so intoxicated by his presence back then that I still don't know what came over me.We never talked about that day, and I wonder if he still thinks about it as frequ

ChloeTwo Years AgoI had my fair share of drinks tonight, but being with Tony was so easy and fun that I couldn't force myself to stop. It had been a coincidence to find him in the ferry, and I had been bold enough to sort of ask him out. I didn't know what came over me, but when I realized, I had already done it. When the drinks started to flow freely and into my system, I loosened up and my inhibitions were damned. I lost track of time, talking and flirting with him, sharing what life had been like in Miami, making sure to keep the gross details out of it. I didn't need to remind myself of the nightmares haunting my life now. Not when I felt so happy and carefree.By the time I realize the bar is closing, a gloomy feeling comes over me. I don't want this night to end. And I don't want to separate from Tony, going back to my stupid, hateful life.His hand warmly grabs mine over the bar counter, his fingers caressing my palm and causing chills to run down my spine. The brush of his

ChloeI open my eyes slowly and stretch my arms over my head, noticing the darkness enveloping my room. There is a fading beam of moonlight shining through the open curtains, but apart from that, it is pitch black around me. I look at my nightstand clock, realizing it's almost 7pm. It takes me a few seconds to remember why I'm in bed at this time of the day.What the hell happened to me? I don't feel sick at all, just slightly exhausted, but I simply blacked out after Tony ordered me to return to bed because I seemingly had a fever. I might have been under a lot of stress lately without even noticing it. With everything that has happened—my father's death, moving back to New York, breaking free from Mateo, the sudden fake marriage with Tony, and me having to confront my own feelings for him–it all might have unconsciously taken its toll on my health.With a sudden start, I remember the party my mother was supposed to throw today. It should be happening already. However, Tony did ment

Chloe"I can't do this. This is fucking insane," Tony says to me, turning and walking away from me.I grab him by the wrist before he has the chance to disappear from my sight. I've been waiting for him to return home for hours. After he left, so angry at me, I put Ellie to bed and took a shower, taking the time I needed to get my mind into the right place.Tony was never supposed to find out about Ellie this way. I did plan to tell him eventually, but with everything that happened in my life recently, I couldn't drop another bomb on him like that. I've imagined how it would be to tell Tony about it so many times during the past two years, but I didn't picture any of them being like this.Sure, I imagined he would be mad at me, but the look in his eyes when I didn't answer him earlier, and the way he seems disgusted by me right now is more than I can handle. "Wait. Please, Tony. Just let me explain," I beg. I'm struggling to fight back the tears that are desperate to fall. I thought

ChloeAfter Tony and I make love in the living room, my senses start to return to me slowly, and I suddenly feel embarrassed for my behavior. It occured to me that I acted like a desperate and horny teenager. Not having sex in a while did that to me, but even so, I wished I had controlled myself better.However, when he offered for me to sleep with him afterward, in his bed, I didn't hesitate in agreeing. I grasped at the opportunity like it was a life saver. I didn't know what to expect from the next morning, so if I could have a little more time with Tony, I'd take it.We didn't have sex again, even though I secretly wanted to, but having his arms around me while I drifted to sleep made me feel safer than ever before. His scent calmed me immensely, and his slow breathing, close to my ear, felt like a lullaby. The first rays of sunshine beam through the half-closed curtains of his bedroom early in the morning, and I stretch lazily, turning on my back. A heavy weight on my stomach ma