Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Losing Focus

“No…that’s not…” I struggled to speak as he applied more pressure to the side of my cheeks.

His blue eyes darkened and this time it was with more than slight anger. Suddenly, I felt scared and

wanted to get away from him. His arm around my body tightened as he forced me to stare deeply into

his stormy blue eyes.

“Hay…den…” I whimpered his name softly.

Without responding to me, Hayden pushed me down onto the bed. My back hit the soft mattress and

Hayden was on top of me again. His cock was hard again inside of me, and I knew that he was going

to take me again. He’s so angry…

What will become of me now?

I didn’t have much time to wonder about that. Hayden lifted one of my legs up towards his shoulder as

he moved his hips even closer to me for deeper penetration. I cried out when he began pounding his

massive hot cock into me from this new angle. It was rougher and deeper than before. I felt him all the

way inside of me and my pussy quivered. His cock stirred my wetness as he began moving even faster.

Although my body was responding to him and the pleasure that he was feeding me, my mind was too Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

worried about his words.

However, it wasn’t long before I couldn’t think of anything else but the heat in between my legs as he

continued to pound fiercely into me like he would never stop.

…

**A Week Later**

A week has gone by in a blink of an eye, but Hayden’s mood had not improved at all. That was what I

would like to say; however, the week didn’t fly by at all. Hayden’s sour mood made each day between

us difficult and very painful for me. Although I didn’t think that Hayden intended to take his anger or

frustration out on me, it still showed when we went to bed together.

It didn’t help my case when Hayden made sure that we went to bed together every night. Of course,

sleep wasn’t what he was looking for. He made love to me, and each session seemed rougher than the

last. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t so, but the truth was that Hayden’ mood was worsening as time

went by.

He didn’t speak to me about what was going on outside ever again and neither did he bring up his talks

of taking Ethan’s life. Of course, I didn’t dare ask him about it at all. When I was alone in my art studio, I

would pray silently for Hayden to change his mind or for the situation to change in our favor. I still didn’t

understand what he meant when he said that it wasn’t ‘entirely up to’ him either. Just what is going on?

He’s not really going to kill Ethan, right?

I didn’t quite know how I felt about Hayden and my ex fighting it out physically. The beeping sound from

my phone signaling that I had just received an email snapped me back to the reality that was in front of

me. The reality that my commissions were running behind schedule, and no matter how hard I tired, I

couldn’t seem to get the color of my client’s lips right on this canvas. It was driving me insane.

I hated to admit it, but Hayden’s mood swings were starting to stress me out to the point that it was

affecting my work. It became increasingly hard for me to concentrate, and when I could, I would make

mistakes where I wouldn’t normally make mistakes. All of that has led to the delay in my work’s

schedule and now a few commissions were late for their scheduled progress check-in meetings with

the clients. The only saving grace was that I still had time before the final version was due. If I can turn

myself around by that time, then I can still meet the scheduled deadline.

One day, I was working with Little Hayden in the art studio, and I experienced trouble once again. Why

did the color turn out like this when it dried? I should have factored for the color change already

between the wet version of the paint and the dry one. So, why did it turn out like this? It just looks all

wrong and then suddenly everything looked all wrong on the canvas as everything was throw off

balance.

“Oh…hell…” I cursed under my breath as I turned away from the canvas and threw up my arms in

completely surrender.

I don’t have time to mess up like this. Now, I have to find a way to fix it which wasn’t going to be an

easy task. Complaining and cursing under my breath, I wiped the sweat off my brows as I tried to mix

some new paint to fix my mistake. By the time that I was done with sorting out the mess and replying to

my emails, so much time had passed by without me realizing it.

When I looked up again and looked around the small studio, Little Hayden was no where in sight. He

ran off again. Nowadays, I left the doors opened for him to enter and go as he pleased. Since I was so

busy working, I understood that he felt bored just sleeping at my feet all the time. I let him choose if and

when he wanted to leave to go outside and that seemed to help with his toilet breaks too. The maids

also never complained about taking care of him or keeping an eye on him.

The unfortunate error on the painting was fixed now and although it wasn’t 100% what I wanted, I could

live with it, and I supposed the client could as well. I decided to take a break because I couldn’t focus

anymore and needed to wind down. Stepping out of the studio, I decided to go look for Little Hayden.

Maybe if I take a stroll with him out in the gardens, I will feel better.

“Excuse me. Have you seen Little Hayden?” I asked a maid that happened to be walking by.

--To be continued…