Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 54

Luca’s POV

I rolled unto my back, feeling completely drenched like I had stood under a cascading water with my clothes on, therefore drenching my body in the warm water that would feel cold against the body after a few seconds. My neck felt cramped up like I had slept in a wrong position and a part of it has ended up getting numb. I groaned a little as I finally forced my eyes open, my filled up bladder waking me from the deep sleep I had fallen into immediately after eating, making use of some drugs and taking a warm shower.

I slowly sat on the bed, moaning loudly in pain in my muscles although not hurting the way it had hurt last night, still starts to hurt after little to no movement nevertheless. I rubbed at my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to chase the last bits of sleep clinging unto my eyelids.

The first thing I did after kicking the blanket which was starting to feel uncomfortable against my body was to pull off my hoodie which was drenched in sweat. I tossed it on the floor beside my bed and puffed out a deep breath, my chest glistening due to the amount of sweat rolling off my shoulders. I was feeling cold anymore, thankfully – which was probably why I had started to sweat heavily in my sleep.

I shifted towards the edge of the bed and placed my feet on the floor, getting prepared to get up the bed and head over to the bathroom where I’d offload my filled up bladder and wash my face with cold water. I placed my hand against my forehead at the last moment before I got up from the bed, checking to see if I was still burning up. I wasn’t burning up seriously anymore, thankfully. But I was still a little bit feverish and my head— although not pounding painfully and throbbing in a way that almost felt worse than death, it was still pounding a little, nevertheless.

I pushed myself off the bed and slowly made my way towards the bathroom, the dim lights which wasn’t as bright as the way it was last night, it was was really dim this early morning, not like I couldn’t see clearly as I headed towards the bathroom door and that was all that mattered.

I got into the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind me before making my way into the restroom and emptying my bladder. I was still feeling weak, so I had to lean against the wall of the rest room as I cleaned myself up and tucked myself back into my loose sweatpants, without any underwear, because I was too lazy to rummage through my underwear, and I was way more used to going commando while sleeping.

I stepped out of the restroom after flushing the toilet clean, back into the spaciou insides of the bathroom. I stood against the wash hand base and grimaced at the reflection staring back at me from the mirror. My hair was hanging out on all corners and my eyes were a little bit swollen with the inside slightly red. Eyebags stared back at me from the mirror and I hugged out a small breath as I leaned forward and placed my right palm against the mirror to steady myself when it felt like I was about to lose my footing, a few seconds ago.

My chest and shoulders were gleaming in the bright lights of the bathroom and I stared at my broad chest and the way sweat glistened off it. It made me grimace a little once again. I was already starting to feel sticky as hell. Your own sweat drying off on your skin can be disgusting if you imagine it up.

I leaned forward and turned the tap on the wash hand machine for me before opening my hand as the cold wash of water rushed and splashy towards a lot of corners in the bathroom. I lifted my right hand which was currently cupping water carefully and splashed it against my face, allowing it to purposely dripp towards my neck to slide down over my chest and abs.

I repeated the motion until I was satisfied with how my face was feeling less sticky after the whole splashing of water. I also loved the way I allowed lots of water to splash and slide down my chest, over my slightly feverish body until I was done and turned off the war on.

I toweled my face dry and moped the towel against my chest and stomach a little before discarding the towel back on the bathroom counter and making my way back into the sitting room. My eyes landed on a sleeping Sofia as I made my way back into the room and closed the bathroom door quietly behind me, my eyes performing a quick survey of the whole bed room before my eyes landed on the bed and crept towards her side of the bed to find her curled and buttoned up beside my side of the bed.

I sank into the bed slowly, groaning a little as I bent my neck from side to side to get the uncomfortable cramping feeling away from each side of my throat too. I leaned forward and picked up my phone from the bedside table to check the time. It was currently some minutes after three a.m in the morning, reminding myself that I still needed as much sleep as possible in order to help me get healed way faster.

I leaned forward the way I had done before when retrieving the phone, a few minutes ago— and placed the phone back on the bed side table where it had been on before I had fallen asleep. I kicked the blankets further down the bed before proceeding to lie down on the bed without a shirt and without the blankets around me.

I turned around on my stomach and placed my hands beneath me, on the pillow as I stared at a sleeping Sofia. She had her hands tucked beneath her cheeks as she slept, her lips parting a little as tiny puffs of breaths slipped through, her lips still managing to curve a little into a pouty shape though she was fast asleep. She was facing my side of the bed but was still far away from me, almost at the edge of the bed where she had fallen off and sustained an arm injury.

I stared down at her body and felt my throat dry up immediately on seeing what she had on. It wasn’t completely displayed because of the dimness of the lights here in the bedroom at this moment, but it was still very much visible to my eyes and I drank the sight up with my eyes.

When I had kicked down the blankets completely after exiting the bathroom and coming back into the sitting room, I had unknowingly kicked down the blankets off her body as well— and now, her small shoulders which tiny sleeves cling unto called unto me tauntingly, showing me what I could see but couldn’t touch, waving it into my face unashamedly. I breathed out a deep breath and sat up on the bed before reaching down and pulling up the blankets which I had kicked down moments ago. I drew the blankets back over Sofia’s body, watching as she moved a little and let out a tiny, unintelligible sound before burrowing more into the pillow her cheek was currently pressed into, relaxing visible once the blankets was around her neck once again.

I turned around on the bed and faced my side of the bed, another deep, long sigh escaping my lips as I laid on my back and tried to will away the low throbbing going off in my head like an annoying laugh.