Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 69

I have no idea why Hayden is offering to buy me stuff. This doesn’t fit well with the image I had of him at all. My suspicion of him only grew. There must be some hidden agenda behind this.

“Thank you…but seriously, there’s no need. If that’s what we came here for, let’s just leave,” I replied without needing to think.

“This is my request to you for today as part of the deal,” Hayden said unwilling to back down.

“I already made you pancakes this morning in case you haven’t realized, so the deal has been fulfilled for today,” I replied.

“I didn’t eat those pancakes, so it doesn’t count. Today you’re going to fulfill my request as part of the deal,” Hayden stated firmly.

“…shit…” I swore silently as I breathed out a sigh. What is wrong with him today? Why is he being so pushy all of a sudden? He never ate anything that I made for him on other days as well and it has never been an issue.

Even if he told me to choose, it wasn’t like I made a list of what I needed. I had most of the things I needed already and if I needed anything else, I could buy them from any regular art supply store. I knitted my brows together as I tried to figure out what to do next.

“Go ahead and choose now before I buy out the entire store,” Hayden said, emotionlessly.

Hayden walked deeper into the large store, looking bored out of his mind. The manager and I both looked at Hayden in confusion. Without any other option, I followed Hayden quickly deeper into the store.

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?” I asked when I finally caught up to him.

“I told you, I’m free today and I happen to be bored…” Hayden replied without a care in the world.

“Miss…if you would follow me…” the manager said in an overly polite tone as he bowed slightly to me and gestured with his hands for me to follow him.

Sighing to myself, I followed the manager deeper into the store where he started his presentation of the store’s history and how the store was separated into segments based on the types of art supplies. He asked if I was looking for anything in particular and what kind of art that I worked on. Then he helpfully recommended me so many art tools and supplies that I struggled to keep up with him.

It was clear that this store manager was no joke, he really knew his stuff very well. I glanced back in Hayden’s direction while the manager was busy talking and found that Hayden had settled down into a seemingly comfortable burgundy velvet armchair. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in what this store had for sale.

Everything that the manager presented to me seemed interesting and was of the highest quality. I have never seen such supplies before in my entire life. However, the thing that bothered me the most was the lack of price tags on all the products. Since I’ve never been here before, I didn’t know how this works. Am I supposed to ask for the price of each one?

As time went by, my interest took over and I began conversing with the manager about the supplies, art techniques and the work of other artists. I found out, not surprisingly, that many of the artists that I idolize purchased their supplies from this store and that the manager knew them personally as well.