His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 11

#Chapter 11 – An Invitation

Stella

I slowly raise one of my eyebrows, crossing my arms over my chest. Adrian’s face contorts into confusion before it settles on shock. He clears his throat, eyes flickering between the laptop screen and my face.

The laptop screen is filled with explicit and suggestive pictures of men. It’s an obscene amount, really, but it was the best cover could think of to protect my identity as Trager. Who would dare question what it is that I am doing when they’re face to face with a man’s bare chest?

The set up was easy. It is a simple dual operating system. With one click of a button, I’m able to switch between the two interfaces with ease, quickly concealing my hacker lentity at a moment’s notice,

A flash of jealousy stains Adrian’s expression. His lips purse before they move into a thin line. He pushes my laptop back into my arms and diverts his gaze before it falls back on me.

“Stop looking at things like that,” his eyes drop to my cheeks then they move all around my face,

My expression simply does not change. I will not give in to whatever ideas he has inside his head about what he thinks I like.

His nostrils flare. He leans down and towards me, to which lean back, but his hand captures my chin. He pinches my skin and sucks in a sharp breath.

“I never thought your taste in men could be so poor. How can you even tolerate looking at something like that?” His words are as tense as his grip on my chin.

My

ly eyes float to the crease that forms between his furrowed brows, watching the way his lips twitch like he wants to say something else but he remains silent.

I slap his hand away from my face and push back in my desk chair, putting some space between our bodies. My gaze sharpens on his and his shoulders slightly slump before being pushed back again.

“It is better than looking at you,” I purposefully move my eyes up and down his body, containing the look of disgust that threatens to spill across my face. “I have grown tired of you.”

I move to turn away but Adrian twists my chair to face him again. His chest rises and falls at a quickened pace, his breath coming out in deep puffs, his eyes darkened.

“How dare you speak to me like ”

“What do you want, Adrian?” I interrupt him. “Why are you here?”

Adrian pulls away from me. His hand leaves the back of my chair, receding back to his body. He opens his mouth. to speak but quickly shuts it.

The man shakes his head, murmuring something to himself. He turn away from me and quickly exits my bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

I let out a sigh, some of the tension leaving my body, and pull myself back to the center of the desk where my laptop sits. I open it back up and click to the hacker mainframe, a flurry of green lines moving across the screen.

Adrian has pulled me away from the battle against the hacker that infiltrated his pharmaceutical company. They have been trying to get past the firewall I put up but haven’t gotten too far, allowing me to jump right back into the action.

My fingers rapidly press against the keyboard. I quickly match the hackers pace, my eyes scanning the plethora of code, trying to find my way in.

Aha! There it is!

1 lean in, the world around me falling quiet as I focus on cracking their defensive measures. The commands I type in easily overpower their weak codes. My heart races inside my chest.

I’m so close to breaking in. I just need one more

My computer screen goes black. I gasp. Suddenly, the green letters and numbers appear but this time, the attack is on me.

I immediately jump in to counter all of their pokes and jabs that they throw at me through the screen. I manage to cut them off when they try to gain access to my computer. block their attempts at destroying the firewall I set up. My eyes catch a glimpse of the hacker trying something now and off to the side. Their failed attempts at bringing down my firewall was just a distraction so they could get my IP address.