Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 68 | Am Not Impressed, Mr Valentino

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down, but it did give her a moment to: Thirsk Bad, bad, Italian do! She grunted in her mind.

Despite the irritation, she fought the urge to give in and beg him to fuck her in the shower. Here her trends and

colleagues thought she was a nun, not able to reacto any man. But the truth was her body only responded to

only one man who was the devil himself froin whom Mia wanted nothing to do with anything

Mia managed to finish cleaning herself, but the burning sensation in her core didn't subside. She wasn't sure

whether she should face her devilishly charming mafia husband or not. Against her better judgment, she decided

to carry on pretending to be indifferent to his allure, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how

much he affected her.

She put on her formal clothes for the day and checked her schedule while drying her hair. Making & mental note

of the day's plans, she applied light makeup and slipped into her black pumps. Grabbing her sling purse and

work briefcase, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the day ahead.

With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, Mia stepped out of the room, her traitorous body still craving her

husband's touch. She was met with the sight of Alessandro hovering over the stove, cooking eggs and bacon

with effortless perfection. The chef, servants, and Emily stood silently in a corner, watching him. The scene was

almost surreal, and Mia wondered if she was hallucinating.

Alessandro, in his tailored suit, moved with grace and confidence, looking even sexier. The aroma of the cooking

food filled the air, but all Mia could focus on was the way he looked, so composed and in control. So dominating

and intimidating, yet so deliciously gorgeous. Her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself struggling to catch

her breath.

"Good morning again, amore," Alessandro whispered huskily, sensing Mia's desirous gaze on him. He turned to

her with his sensual smile that made her knees weak.

"What." she cleared her throat to find her composed voice. "What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast!" he replied nonchalantly.

"But why? We have a chef for cooking." Mia replied bitterly, as she headed to place her work briefcase and sling

bag on the breakfast counter before she marched into the kitchen She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring

at Alessandro in frustration. "Isn't it too much for us that Mr. Valentino cooks in our kitchen?" she taunted

venomously.

Alessandro chuckled, seemingly unbothered by her mockery and enjoying Mia's ranting. "I thought you would

appreciate my efforts, dolcezza"

Mia rolled her eyes. "I am not impressed, Mr. Valentino

"Baby, it's Alessandro to you. How many times do | have to remind you, vita mia?" he repeated, his possessive

eyes roaming over her, making her blush sharply with embarrassment.

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flirting with Mia. They had never seen ed him out of her house. But here, their

Mia couldn't believe Alessandro Valentino called her "baby" and "vita mia" in front of her household staff. The

servants and Emily were equally stunned by the man's anyone talk to her like this, and yet she hadn't

immediately. boss seemed to enjoy this man's sweet, coquettish talk. Mia glared at Emily and the servants, and

they hurriedly left, reading the silent warning.

"I would prefer Mr. Valentino instead," she replied sternly, making Alessandro narrow his eyes at her, clearly

displeased with her response.

He paused for a brief moment, observing her intently before quietly resuming flipping the bacon in the pan. He

pressed a button and poured coffee from the machine he had already started at the beginning of making

breakfast, preparing two cups while plating the bacon and eggs. Mia was intentionally calling him Mr. Valentino,

as using his first nfelt too intimate, too close for the emotional boundaries she desperately wanted to

maintain. She needed to keep her distance-for her own sanity. She didn't want to fall for him more than she

already had.

She couldn't help but feel pity for her own poor heart, which longed for this cruel man despite knowing he was

incapable of loving anyone but himself. Alessandro Valentino was a narcissist, a man whose world revolved solely

around his own desires and needs. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Alessandro set the plates

down on the breakfast counter with a controlled calmness. Mia watched him, torn between irritation and a flicker

of something she dared not name. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

"Let's eat before the breakfast turns cold. After that, | will drop you at your office and then pick you up for lunch.

I've booked a table for us at your favorite restaurant," Alessandro continued speaking as he pulled out a stool for

Mia and waited for her to sit before taking a seat beside her.

Mia watched him in surprise; he seemed so comfortable, as if it were a part of his daily routine as if it were all so

natural for him. But it wasn't. They didn't belong to the sworld.

"Why are you doing this?" Mia breathed out in exasperation.

Alessandro paused, turning fully to her. "I am doing it for us."

"There is no "us," she snapped fiercely, feeling extremely frustrated by his act of sweetness.

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But the trance of the moment broke as a deep voice resonated around them.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Startled, Mia stepped away from

Alessandro, who frowned with

irritation. Her frantis;eges shifted to

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