Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 71

Two days past by without me seeing Hayden. He hasn’t been back to the penthouse and Auntie didn’t seem to know where he went off to either. The penthouse was dead quiet and felt so empty without Hayden here. I spent my days visiting my grandmother in hospital as always and my late afternoons and evenings working on my artwork and other university projects.

My days were peaceful; however, I felt a nagging thought always present at the back of my mind. Whenever I was free such as when I was waiting for the elevator, when I was waiting for the water to boil and when I was spacing out all alone, my mind wound wander to Hayden.

If Hayden doesn’t return to this penthouse tonight, it would be his third night out in a row. Since I’ve moved in here with him, he has never been gone this long before. I looked at my phone for the hundredth time today.

Nothing. No calls and no messages from Hayden. I wondered where he was.

“Why don’t you give him a call?” Auntie asked.

Why would I do that? It’s all nice and peaceful now that he’s not here…

I sighed loudly. The truth was, I had never called him or texted him before…and what am I supposed to say?

Something like ‘when will you be back?’. My body shivered from how weird that sounded. It was getting a little late into the evening and I knew that Auntie would be going home soon. Usually, she would be gone by now; however, she’s being nice enough to hang around to keep me company.

“No, that’s ok. I’ll go to bed soon so you can go home now, Auntie,” I said before smiling reassuringly at her.

“Ok then. Good night, Miss Malissa. I will see you tomorrow,” Auntie replied before she started gathering up her bag and things.

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For once in a long while, I couldn’t sleep. I lay down in bed with the lights off with my eyes wide open. The penthouse was dead quiet and very peaceful, but I just couldn’t go to sleep. I didn’t remember how many times I used to wish and pray that the penthouse would be quiet so that I could concentrate on my work. However, now that the peace and quiet that I had always longed for had arrived, I found myself feeling very restless and on edge.

Suddenly, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. At first, I was convinced that I just imagined it. That there really wasn’t anyone knocking on my door. I mean, I was the only one in this suite at the moment as Auntie and the other maids have retired for the day and Hayden wasn’t back. The bodyguards were guarding outside rather than living with us inside, so no one is knocking on my door…unless…

Hayden is back?

No, I don’t think so.

I was absolutely certain that Hayden wouldn’t knock on my door. So there. I’m just imagining it. I closed my eyes firmly; I have to go to sleep!

**Knock Knock Knock**

I heard three distinctive knocks on my door. I did not imagine it…someone is really knocking on my door, but it can’t be Hayden so…is it a ghost?

“Malissa! Open the door!”

That’s definitely Hayden’s voice.

Instinctively, I sat up in bed at once. Then I realized that I was about to run to the door and open it. Am I going crazy?! It’s Hayden on the other side of the door which is pretty much equivalent to having a monster on the other side.