Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 349

James’ pov

It was finally Saturday again, and I was already tired of trying to lie myself that I hadn’t been looking forward to today since the start of the week. When Luca had asked me to accompany him to a particular meeting, I had declined because there was no way I’d miss spending time with Blair today, and also because Luca could do well without me.

As I got dressed up that evening, I briefly considered dressing casually this time, but then did I want her to stop her jabs at my suits? Absolutely not, and so I dressed in one of my numerous suits and a air of suits to match. It wasn’t long before I was leaving the house and driving towards her apartment. As I drove past a floral shop, her face came to mind and the thought of getting her a flower, but I was quick to discard the thought instantly because there was just no way I was going to do that without appearing like I was starting to be into her, and I had a feeling she was going to throw the flowers in my face without hesitations.

As I drew up to her apartment building, I wrinkled my nose as I stepped out of my car and into her building. A few kids were huddled at the side of the entrance of her apartment’s compound and I waved at them as I walked past them. On arriving at her fooor, I knocked against her door a little, and like last time, it wasn’t long that she was stepping out and pulling the door shut behind her.

I rolled my eyes a little. “Relax, I’m not going to take any glance at the interior of your apartment.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and then she was regarding me haughtily. “You made me miss my shift tonight, I hope you’re happy.”

I tilted my head a little. “A shift? At where?”

“None of your business, let’s just get this over with already.” She said as she turned around to lock her door. My eyes lowered and settled on the curve of her ass, and I swallowed emptily before averting my gaze.

“It’s giving ‘A’ for efforts tonight, your outfit is a little bit better than last time’s.” I mused and she only scowled at me.

“I didn’t put in any effort because of you, for your information.” She was dressed in a dark pair of fitted jeans and a top, which was ten times better than the ugly sweater she had on last time.

“Of course.” I hummed in response while she flipped me off.

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“Why do you always love wearing your hair up?” I asked as I took a sip of my drink.

“Is that any of your concern?” She shot back with an eye roll and I let out a scoff. “I was just curious.” I responded, keeping the part that I had asked that question because I know she’d look so much better with her hair down – to myself.

“Well, keep your curiousity far away from me.” She muttered hautily, in a tone that sounded so much like she was indirectly asking to get over my knees.

A move which I shouldn’t be thinking of right now, because it was only going to make it hard to keep the thoughts in my head PG 13.

“Where do you work?” I asked after a few moments as I refilled her glass.

“I’m not telling, you might as well stop asking.” She responded as she took a mouthful of her drink. Her eyes were brighter than I remembered it being and the freckles on her face looked so beautiful tonight.

“But I do want to know.”

“Too bad then.” Came her response.