Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 288

“Tell me,” Hayden ordered.

“It’s nothing important…really…” I murmured.

The warmth of his large hand trailing up from my stomach towards my breasts made me stop talking as I sucked in a breath to keep myself from moaning. Hayden traced his beautiful fingers over the curve of my breast before proceeding upwards until his fingers curled around my neck. Although his touch was light, I couldn’t breathe from my own nervousness.

“Tell me,” he repeated his command once again and I knew that he wasn’t willing to wait any longer.

“The truth is…I received the first payment for my commission work so…I thought that we could have a dinner to celebrate or something like that. Of course, I didn’t expect Auntie to go over the top with the decoration like this when I told her about my idea. I had something…a lot simpler and homier in mind…” I confessed shyly.

“I don’t mind some flashy decoration. Anything that Auntie does goes to my bills anyways,” Hayden said with a chuckle.

“Please don’t say it like that. It makes me feel even worst for wasting your money on something so unnecessary,” I mumbled softly.

It did occur to me that perhaps the decoration costed more than the money that I made on my commission work, and it was more than true that it was coming out of Hayden’s bank account.

“There’s no need for you to feel guilty. I have loads of money for you to waste,” Hayden said before smiling down at me.

“Money should not be wasted,” I said stiffly.

I doubt that Hayden truly understood what that meant, though. He just laughed louder at me as his arms hugged me closer against his larger frame.

“I honestly don’t understand your sense of humor…” I complained softly.

“I have a gift for you,” he said after his laughing subsided somewhat.

“For me?” I asked.

“For you,” he repeated.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked curiously.

“Hmm…to repay you for arranging such a wonderful dinner,” Hayden said after some thought.

“Like I said, I didn’t prepare any of this…” I quickly corrected him.

“And they say that it’s the thought that counts,” he replied, clearly not caring about what I thought.