Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Questions about My Love

Once again, I stood in front of the doors to Hayden’s room as I hesitated to go in. After eating dinner, I

had taken a shower to calm myself. When I was ready, I left Little Hayden with a maid and came over

to Hayden’s wing of the mansion. I thought that I was ready when I left my living room; however, as I

got closer to Hayden’s room, my confidence started to fade.

He’s so unpredictable and it became even worse when he’s emotionally unstable like he is now. I

leaned on the wall in the hallway as lifted my face towards the ceiling and rolled eyes upwards. What

am I going to get myself into when I enter that room?

“How long are you planning to stand there in front of my door?”

Hayden’s voice cut through the silence in the hallway. I was sure that he sounded slightly annoyed and

displeased and that it wasn’t just me imagining things. I turned to face him with a smile.

“Sorry. I was about to go in,” I replied with a small smile.

Hayden opened the door wide open for me and stood to the side, signaling that I should go in. I nodded

a little at him before walking past him and through the doorway. I’ve been to his room many times now,

but it still made me feel a little nervous when he was around. Hayden’s room was clean as always and

that was probably thanks to Auntie and her genius maids.

Hayden was dressed ready for bed and his hair seemed a little damp from the shower. I could smell the

fragrance of his regular soap when he came closer to me. His eyes held mine as he looked down into

my upturned face. I wondered what he was thinking as I started to feel even more nervous in his

presence.

“Why are you…looking at me like that?” I asked before shrinking away from him.

Hayden’s hand reached out and touched the side of my neck as I tried to look away from him. My eyes

widened as his face came even closer to mine. The warmth of his hand against the sensitive skin of my

neck made me feel even more anxious and I wasn’t sure why that was so. He stared down at me, and

his clear blue eyes seemed darker than usual. He’s so close, I could see his long blond eyelashes so

clearly. His eyes are so pretty. If only it was easy to look him in the eyes…

“Come entertain me for a bit…” Hayden said invitingly.

His hand left my neck before his arm slipped around my waist. Softly, he pushed me forward, urging

me to follow him. He led me to the long sofa before we sat down next to each other. I had no idea what

Hayden had in mind but if I could make him feel less depressed then that would be good for both of us.

I had learnt that I would also suffer in some way if Hayden wasn’t in a pleasant mood.

“Malissa, tell me about your time with Ethan,” Hayden spoke up abruptly.

I turned to face him, completely stunned at his request. Of all the things that he could ask me, asking

me about my relationship with Ethan was the last thing I thought that he would ever ask me. Why is he

asking about that now? What exactly does he want to know?

“Umm…I’m not sure…” I mumbled in slight protest.

Honestly, I didn’t feel comfortable talking about it to Hayden. I didn’t see how it would be useful to our

relationship or to anything. Plus, I didn’t really want to recall my time with Ethan that much anymore.

“It’s ok. I’ll ask you some questions and I’d appreciate it if you could answer them honestly,” Hayden

said calmly.

His looked at me sternly and I could tell that he wasn’t willing to back down on this. I bit my lower lip

unconsciously as my mind started to panic slightly. No matter what, I couldn’t figure out what Hayden

was thinking and why he was asking me about this now. It wasn’t simply out of personal curiosity, is it?

“What do you want to know?” I asked softly.

“How did you two meet?” he asked.

So, he was going to get me to start right at the beginning.

“It was my first day of university. It was raining and when I stepped to hide under some covering on the

sidewalk, I met Ethan…” I replied honestly without going into any more details.

“And then?” Hayden prompted for me to go on.

How much does he want to know?

“Umm…he offered me his umbrella so that I could attend the ceremony for the freshmen. He told me

that I could take it because he wasn’t in a hurry and could wait…” I continued on a little before stopping

again.

“How did you two get together?” Hayden asked.

I felt like I was being interviewed or interrogated.

“We were in the same club. The art club…” I replied in short.

“Ethan was in the art club? That’s funny…” Hayden said flatly. I wasn’t sure if he really thought that it

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Not wanting to go into any more details, I just nodded my head slightly to indicate my response.

Hayden also nodded his head in understanding before he went on to ask me another question.

“What did you like about him?” Hayden asked as he gazed into my face with interest.

Why is he asking me these things? What does Hayden want?

“I don’t know…” I mumbled, quite honestly.

Back then, I really liked and loved Ethan, but it was quite hard to put into words on why that was so.

“You don’t know?” Hayden said as he arched a brow at me in disbelief.

I did know but I wasn’t comfortable voicing it. Why did it matter? Ethan and I are no longer together.

“He was nice to me. He helped me out…and took care of me well,” I replied honestly.

--To be continued…