The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I wake up disorientated and groggy, well rested but so out of whack. I’m in my own bed when I was sure I fell asleep on the couch during my movie marathon and blink at my surroundings. I sit up suddenly when I realise that I don’t have my duvet over me, but the throw from the end of my bed and can only assume I was put here by someone else. I am still wearing my sweatpants and yoga bra and try to get my bearings. Completely confused at how I ended up through here.

The smell of coffee lingers in the air and I get up warily to stretch and yawn, knowing only one person would be in here brewing that foul stench, and he is probably the one who moved me from the couch. He maybe came up and wanted to sit in the living room and moved me for that reason. I shrug it off; run my fingers through my bedhead before padding out into the apartment sleepily.

It feels eerily still and I can tell no one else is here anymore, but the mess I left on the coffee table has been cleaned up and the room restored to neat and tidy. I guess the cleaner has been already, although she normally comes at nine. A quick glance to check the wall clock has me blanching when I see its past ten a.m.

I didn’t wake up once, not at all. For the first time since forever, I slept right through the night without sleeping aids, and I cannot remember being moved from couch to bed. No night terrors, no restlessness or taking an age to pass out. I have slept more than twelve hours straight, and I am not even sick to warrant it.

I rub my head, wowed by the fact I have probably never managed that in my entire existence and wander into the kitchen to make myself tea while I mull it over. I spot Alexi’s mug on the draining rack, upside down, drying from earlier use, a strangely comforting sight. He has been here, just like I thought with the smell of overly strong Italian coffee but the coffee machine is switched off now. I automatically feel it to see how cold it has gone but it’s barely lukewarm, meaning he left hours ago.

That little inner drop of disappointment in my belly grabs me and I shake it away as being stupid. I shouldn’t care if he’s already left for the day and most likely not even in the club anymore. I have no reason to see him.

It does mean he must have slept here last night, came in at some point after ten because I was definitely awake at the stroke of ten. That means he did what I asked of him and stayed away for almost the full duration of my birthday. If he came after midnight then maybe even stayed away for its entirety.

The thought surprises me and I double glance around the room to be sure I am seeing this for how it is. It’s definitely his mug on the rack that was not there last night. He’s the only one who would even use it as the cleaner wouldn’t. He knows I don’t drink coffee, so the machine is only in use when he is up here.

It had to be him.

It feels weird knowing he’s been here twice while I slept and yet didn’t try to wake me. He carried me when he came up to bed and saw me passed out on the couch like sleeping beauty. He put me to bed, not that it’s the first time but it’s definitely the only time it hasn’t followed sex. He could have left me there, I wouldn’t have known any different.

I rub my face, trying to push it out of my head and fill the kettle for a cup of tea with one hand as I ruffle my messy nest of hair into some sort of neatness. My bracelet catches in it and I untangle it carefully, remembering its existence and stare at it for a long moment.

The small dangling dandelion charm catches my eye and ups the fluttering in my stomach and I ponder just exactly what possessed Alexi to buy me anything at all. Still warmed by the sight of it.

I can’t deny that his behaviour since I came back has been confusing and contradicting, but I’m not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. There will be an angle, I am certain of it. I just don’t care what it is so don’t need to ever find out.

* * *

roll, I wander down to the club to start my day, of sorts. It’s almost noon and I am feeling decidedly relaxed in my new navy dress and matching shoes; Conservative for today and low heels. I spoiled myself yesterday with my new lingerie and bought an outfit that had three quarter length sleeves, which showcased my precious new accessory. I know wearing it might make him think I really like

mid-evening and then those who

orders and overseeing that all runs smoothly. It’s a much better set up this time from the one set

make sure people are carrying out their jobs and then lift the cat food and water from the kitchen down here to go feed Feral. I’m late today so he will be pacing the car park for his breakfast and waiting for me in a foul mood—Little grumpy fleabag

throw him a genuine warm

grin back, full of the vigour’s of life. Surprising, seeing as yesterday was

I giggle at my own title for my little Ginger, heart brimming

body into an instant explosion of tingles and

was upstairs looking

and turn with my brightest smile. God knows where he was in this building, probably the office floor, and I feel weirdly shy around him suddenly. A strange warmth and bubble of happiness that he is still in the building. I don’t know why there is a change in how I feel

the gifts? The

I don’t know!

definite perky mood at his appearance

shades stuck on his head in his messy hairdo. It’s a good look but it’s not my perfectly tailored sinister mobster, and I feel a tad disappointed in it. He’s hot like this, but he’s smoking

me, all dimples, sparkly eyes and great teeth, looking equally merry today and I wonder if maybe there is something in the water.

little Kingpin font around his ankle just above his trainer and smile stupidly. Losing all inhibition and breaking into a real grin of genuine

me. Alexi can be surprising,

them; they were bought as a joke.’ I laugh softly, forgetting myself around him for a minute and basking in the genuine happy look he throws me back. The air around us gets light and fluffy

put me in my place. London to New York! I love them.’ He reaches out and tugs a strand of my hair affectionately, a cheeky smile and a glint in his eye that only serves to make him more devilishly handsome. It sobers me up instantly as I come

to get out of here before this goes anywhere else. He’s in an infectious

me, despite it being the last thing I want, and catches up to keep pace with me as I get to it with easy

and he just pulls down his shades as sun floods in from the open door as I yank it towards me. Looking all Playboy cover model like this, and I

inability to not want to get this man naked between my thighs. He should bottle whatever it is he gives off and sell it to men who can’t get