Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 75

Sofia’s POV

“So um, I’ll need um, a room?” I paused and swallowed, looking at an empty spot on the desk as I continued. “A room where I can have to myself just for painting, in case I make a mess while still learning and trying to get a hang of it.”

I puffed out a harsh breath, trying not to get too loud as the breath sloshed out of my lungs due to the amount of level my nervousness currently was.

What if he changes his mind and decides that I shouldn’t paint anymore?

What if he gets angry at me and just does something to me right now?

What if he…

“A room…” He started to say in a low voice and I shivered a little, wishing I could take back those words about me needing a room to myself.

Why did I ever expect that Luca would be nice enough to give me a whole room all to myself, after agreeing to give me permission to proceed with my idea of getting painting equipment and starting to paint.

If that wasn’t asking for too much, I don’t know what that is.

“You can have one of the rooms downstairs. Ethan and Ryan would set the room up for you tomorrow.” I whipped my head up and stared at him wide eyed, not believing what my ears had just heard.

He agreed?

He gave me one room to myself?

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” I gushed out, staring at him intently while unconsciously taking a step forward.

“Thank you so much.” I ended up whispering and clasping my hands before me, on the top of my stomach.

He nodded at me without saying a thing while also staring intently at me and I felt my face flush with embarrassed color even more, making me duck my head to stare at my feet after a few seconds.

“Um, sorry to disturb you…” I said in a small voice as I turned around and started to make my way towards the door, feeling his eyes digging into my body oh so intensely, goosebumps rising on every exposed inch of my skin almost immediately as I stopped beside the door and pulled on the door knob.

The door opened and I finally ended up giving in to my curiosity and turning around to stare behind me. My gaze locked with Luca’s immediately, which proved the previous point in my mind that he was indeed watching me. Color rushed into my cheeks and I quickly stepped out of the office, refusing to lift my head up, nor say anything else to him as I slowly and carefully pulled the door shut, to avoid the door from jamming way too loudly.

I dragged in a huge deep breath and puffed it out in the next second, lifting my hands and wrapping it around my mouth, in order to stifle my excited scream and sequels.

I finally did it.

He gave his permission!

I’m gonna start painting tomorrow.

Tomorrow.