Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 172

“She’ll need her own rooms,” Hayden replied casually.

“I’ll see to it,” the butler said with a bow.

“Let’s head inside. It’s windy,” Hayden said to me.

His arm was around my waist before I could respond. I found myself being urged into the mansion with a slight push from the arm that Hayden had around my waist. The interior was decorated with the same vibe as the boss’s mansion, and it made me wonder if the same interior designer was hired for both places.

“The boss use to live here,” Hayden explained before I could even ask.

“Oh, I see…” I mumbled.

Well, that explains a lot of the shared preference in decoration and design. The mansion was quiet and lifeless. I could hear the sound of my own breathing and my heart beating.

“Do you live here alone?” I asked, trying to make conversation because the silence was getting to my head.

“Yes; however, there are live-in butlers, maids and some gang members for security,” Hayden replied flatly.

With his arm still around my waist, Hayden was urging me firmly along a long and slightly dark corridor. The conversation that I had started died a sudden death and silence filled the distance between us again. After a while or walking, we arrived at the end of the long corridor where a large door loomed in front of us.

Is this Hayden’s room?

Unceremoniously, Hayden unlocked and opened the large door. Despite its size and apparent weight, the door opened with ease. The room was dark, and I couldn’t make out much until Hayden switched on the lights. My eyes blinked to adjust to the sudden brightness of the light.

“Is this your room?” I asked.

“The mansion is too big for me. Usually, I just use this set of rooms,” Hayden explained before walking past me into the room.

Hesitantly, I walked into a large sitting room decorated in shades of dark blue and grey tones. There was a large set of sofas in the center of the room and a large wooden desk on the side. Thankfully, unlike the rest of the house that I’ve seen so far, this room appeared to be lived in. I could see books, computer and monitors, photo frames along with other things that showed that Hayden does indeed live here.

“I see. This is a nice room. It feels…calm and relaxing…” I said as I started looking around.

“You can wander anywhere in this room and the connected rooms but please don’t wander anywhere else, ok?” Hayden said before he smiled tenderly down at me.

“Ok…” I replied.

Was it me or was there a hint of a warning in his words just now? I smiled in return as my mind quickly swept that thought under the rug.

“You should take a seat,” Hayden said inviting as he gestures towards the sofa.

While I took my seat, Hayden headed for the door we had just passed through and locked it. The clicking sound of the door locking aroused a sense of insecurity within me. Did he just lock us in here?