All Chapters of His Mafia Princess : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

An hour ago, we had no clue what to do after hearing about the manhunt. So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Grandpa Kendrick. And here we were, on a private jet, sipping champagne. Grandpa Kendrick insisted on having us picked up when he learned about our predicament.  He said he will meet us at his estate in New York, where we would be his guests while he made arrangements for us to leave the country. It was a quick, no questions asked, call. I wondered if Jenny had called ahead to prepare him.  "So Europe," I said, bringing up the topic of not just going on the run, but leaving the country.  Scott set his glass down, turned to me and took my hands in his.  "I need to be perfectly clear about something," he said, looking far too serious for my liking.  I knew last night meant no more giving him outs in case he thought that meant I didn't w

Cappuccino. Did you know it's the world's most popular coffee drink?  One word and I was completely fucked over for the rest of the day. After hearing the word, anxiety crippled my senses and I struggled to get by for the rest of the day. I knew the theory of making coffee like the back of my hand, but that didn't matter. Suddenly I was getting orders wrong, mixing drinks incorrectly, the works. No matter what I did, it played out the same way every time. If I did get it under control, hearing the word cappuccino again just made everything start all over.  Sometimes it came at the very beginning of a shift. Sometimes it took a few minutes. Inevitably it would come though. I don't know what the fuck I had been trying to prove all these years. Taking barista job after job, trying to break the cycle of completely losing my shit every time. Even when Grandpa Kendrick's fixer offered me an assortment of choices for jobs to blend in, I s

When I turned to go back to the counter, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me back to him, surprising me with a second kiss. This time his tongue slipped into my mouth and he held the back of my head to make sure he could control the kiss. I was breathless all over again, but this time I didn't mind one bit.  His eyes dropped to my wet lips as he pulled away, then he looked up at me and said, "It's fucking sexy when you make threats because you're jealous. As long as my magic still works on you, I couldn't care less. I love you, Stacy." "I love you too, you fucking asshole," I said, beaming at him despite my irritation, watching our palms glide across each other's until it was just the tips of our middle fingers touching. Until we had let go.  When was the last time he kissed me like that? True to his word, Scott said I love you every day. Before he left for work and when he got home like clock

The moment he left the coffee shop, I made arrangements to have the rest of my shift covered and went shopping for a new dress. Then I got my hair, nails and make up done. My excitement was palpable. I was on cloud nine, having finally gotten over the whole cappuccino mess.  Being me, I even did some research ahead of time into the exhibition and the artist, so I would have some things to say to him. I wanted to be animated and conversational when he presented me with what he'd been surrounding himself with for the last few weeks. He deserved a lively back and forth instead of carrying the conversation like he had been for weeks now.  Had I been leaning too hard on him? We were supposed to be in this together and I just sort of checked out. Well tonight would be different.  Scott: Headed home now. See you soon? Stacy: Can't wait. Scott: Calm down, baby. Keep your legs together unt

My eyes fell shut as I purred, "No, I got all dolled up so you'd take me out" but when he reached for my panties I offered zero resistance and let him take them off. "I studied and everything," I complained.  He chuckled and said, "Did you now? That would all be super sweet if you didn't put your pretty little self in my bed, lying in wait to get fucked like a whore, Kendrick."  When he laid his mouth on my pussy, I was done protesting. A sigh of relief left my body as I fisted the sheets and he slipped a finger into me.  "We're going to be late," I told him, not resisting, but stating a fact.  "Then we'll be late. Shit you're tight," he said with a satisfactory groan as he pumped his finger in and out of me, licking and sucking on my folds and clit. "You're such a good little whore, keeping your fingers out of my pussy." "I was waiting for you to go there," I