The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 144

That gets me blinking up at him and catch that weird half smile he does that has a crazy softness to it. My insides flip flop all over, warning me how dangerously close I am to falling right back under his spell. I need to be smarter. He has so much power over me and exerts so little effort to use it.

There is so much more weight on this now, I have to be stronger.

“Why are you being so smug and annoyingly confident right now? You weren’t so self-assured last night, so what is it that’s got you smiling and acting like I’m a done deal today?” I snap at him, not so much in anger but irritated that he is making me crazily nervous and awkward, making assumptions, and I’m making an idiot of myself. I hate that I’m not in control of me. Alexi just grins at me.

“You’re still here. My odds went up massively when you stopped trying to escape via the elevator. And you haven’t stopped blushing since you came out here. I can see it even in this light, so I’m reading that as progress.”

Wanker.

“Ugh, you’re an arsehole you know that?” I sigh at him, turning a mock raised brow and pouted facial expression but he silences me with a swift move and pauses just before we lock lips. Catching me off guard with such a smooth move so I don’t react initially.

It’s almost like he is awaiting the rejection or seeking permission, and when I make no move to stop him, too busy being mesmerised by his sudden nearness, he inches the last small gap and kisses me softly on the lips.

Moulding his warm, soft mouth to mine gently and making me incapable of any thought.

I should have stopped him. I don’t know why I didn’t. I truly am a complete idiot sometimes.

It’s not a full-on snog or a kiss that requires a response, just a soft pressing together to render me mute, delivering a very effective stomach of butterflies and skin erupting orgasm of sensations before he pulls back again. Still staying close enough to graze his nose against mine in a cocky way. Almost like confident ownership, and I have no words as I just struggle to breathe properly.

“Another ten percent rise.” He grins, annoyingly so, and I sucker punch him in the abdomen in a bout of pissed off that his words have thrown me. Enjoying the muffled ‘ugh’ that I extract from him when my limb connects with all that carved muscle; winding the son of a bitch.

“You have a lot to learn about romance.” I huff and shove him away from me harshly. Annoyed that all it took was one tiny little kiss and I turned to mush. Arrogant tosser needs a good kick in the balls.

“I’m sure you will train me in time.” He retorts and this time it’s rewarded with a glare and an unimpressed hair flick.

Cocky bastard thinks I am a done deal and I give him a sterner look than the last one. Not sure I like that he is certain that all it will take are some well-timed kisses and garbled love confessions and I’m under his spell. He seriously is a complete arrogant wanker with an ego far too big for any single man to possess.

“I liked you better when I was leaving; I might go pack a bag after all.” I sulk, sticking my chin up and get nothing but a smile from him.

Arsehole.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” He ignores my threat and swoops in with a charming smile and leans in so close I’m sure he might try for another kiss, but this time I lean away. I concentrate on getting my cup out of the microwave as it beeps, relieved to have an excuse not to look at him. Although I’m aware that he is so close to my face that one little turn sideways, and I will end up lip to lip without trying. I pretend I cannot see him and carry on.

“I have a club to run. Money to make and all that.” I point out, eyes down on my hands as I almost scald myself with hot milk and shovel in scoops of sugar haphazardly. I don’t even take sugar but it’s a task that makes it seem like I’m ignoring him. He needs to learn his place.

“Lunch then.” He presses, not giving up and I throw him an exasperated look and a heavy frown, careful to lean further back when I turn, so I do not end up knocking noses and having that mouth on me again. He isn’t moving back, despite my flip to cool and huffy, and in fact, it’s just annoying me more that he’s oblivious to it.

“We did that already, and it wasn’t that successful,” I reply dryly.

“That wasn’t … okay, forget that. Breakfast … it’s not even sunup, we have plenty of time to get ready and go find someplace to eat.”

Relentless, pushy control freak. Not taking no for an answer. How very Alexi!

snap at him this time. Now he really is frustrating me as domineering, bossy shithead moves back in and I wonder if Alexi the love confessor was a figment of my imagination. I thought it would last a lot longer than this, but nope. Right back to his usual prick self. Pushing me around and trying to coerce me into what he wants, and not giving a toss about my boundaries and my needs.

you more time to convince yourself running is the right option. I’m hoping if I swoop in fast then you won’t,” he winks, and I’m totally done for. Temper snapping and full-blown diva taking hold. I won’t have him shepherding me to what he wants and trampling all over my feelings like they don’t matter. He has done that too many times. I slam the things I’m holding down and turn on him aggressively, rage

vision

of losing you, and I’m trying to be patient, but I need to be around you. I’m sorry, Cam. I really am. I don’t know how else to be,

strained tone and

break me down to an emotional mess without trying. He stands still and watches me, looking like his usual foreboding self, knowing he shouldn’t do anything else. He has the sense to leave me be anyway and I wrap my arms around my body to console

do this, or how to behave. I’ve never wanted this before and never knew how intense this could be. I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m not with you and now I’ve finally told you, I don’t want to pretend anymore. I’m done hiding how I feel about

not like

blind leading

admit honestly, sheepishly and can’t look him in the eye anymore. Flinching when he moves towards me, caging me in with his body and traces the tears down my cheek. His breath warming my face as he moves in all around me and overtakes my space

I know what I did.” The tender caress of a lover and not the man who terrorised me and reduced me to ashes. My body responds

need one day of space and normal and being allowed to

let it all sink in and catch up and try to get my head around things. I don’t even know what happened last night while he was gone,

if Mico was hurt then Alexi would be a mess. He cares about him. He’s his right-hand man,

a little premature. We are not just going to fall into sex and love and happy ever after like a

relationships because

just assumed that he was okay because Alexi seemed okay and it’s only being brought up now because I’m a wimp and looking to detract him from his current conversation to give

such a shitty

be?” Alexi frowns as though it’s a weird question, looks a little suspicious and moves away suddenly to walk to the couch and give me space. My radar pings immediately, and despite feeling like I have been dragged backwards through an emotional bush, all my attention peaks at the sudden change in his behaviour and his obvious ignorance of

There’s more.

when he is being an evasive tosser. This is one of those times. I don’t know if I

god, but I won’t rest until he tells me. I hate my

and intel, now he has set off my bullshit detector. I need to know who was hurt and why it happened. I need

not, I care about this wanker and I don’t want anything to happen to him. Even if my head might

swirling at the thought of a repeat of that agony and it makes my insides tighten with

a look that’s his normal ‘conversation over’ face and I gawp at him. The urge to smack him on the head is curbed instantly and instead I follow

are you talking about? You knew there would be a shootout?” I never once thought he would be behind something like that and put himself in the middle of danger. That takes all sorts of insane, and

surely doesn’t mean that, does he?

why I walk around his apartment in see-through black lace scraps

or justify his business actions, but he seems to know better than to deny me right now. I move beside him and sit-down, eyeing him up accusingly and see him relent as he catches my stubborn brow lift. A sign I’m going nowhere without

heavily. His frustration is

off and picks up his cell from the table, swiping the screen and I get annoyed, yank it out of his fingers and slam it down on the leather couch impulsively. Exasperated with the return of King Carrero attitude, I swear he has more personality changes than a woman

the actual fuck do you mean you set it up? Oh, and you bet your arse I need to fucking know!” I say it slowly and precisely, rage consuming me that I went through all

serious kind of fucking arsehole to do that to a woman.

something he did, my nerve at taking his phone and pulls it back from the seat. Putting it back on the table in front of us, slowly and precisely to make a point that it annoyed him and grits his teeth. He’s pissed that

tough cookies, sweetheart.

him. Guess it works both ways

Santagato to owe me, so I could use him to my advantage. He’s not an easy man to get under the thumb so it had to be extreme.” He glances at me sideways, but I do not move an inch, still inwardly seething that I went through that emotional hell and he was the one who ‘planned’ it. What a complete jackass and I wonder if

bet it’s why neither he nor Mico would

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