Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 195

We were lost.

Lost in the passion.

Lost in the euphoria.

I was spent....so completely undone, my limbs heavy, my thoughts floating. I didn’t think I’d ever gone that hard, or if Asher had ever gone so hard on me before. I didn’t know which it was, me or him or both but I was still riding that high, still drifting in the aftermath, when I heard a voice.

A distant voice.

“Hello? We’re home!”

For a second, I thought it was part of a dream. A different world bleeding into this one. Then I heard the voice that snapped me fully awake.

“Mom! We bought you some ice cream!”

Leon. Oh God!

My eyes flew open and I shot upright. Asher was next to me, still fast asleep, completely lost in whatever world he’d drifted to. Stark naked. But so was I.

Panic gripped my chest. Leon was coming into my room. He was going to bust in. And I didn’t know what horrified me more, Asher being here, Asher seeing Leon, Leon seeing us like this… or the fact that Leon had no idea this man was his father.

I didn’t have time to choose. I just knew one thing, my son cannot see us like this. Even if he doesn’t know the truth, even if he would think it’s a stranger.... I’m not ready.

“Mom!”

I bolted. Or I tried to.

Still groggy and tangled in the sheets, I didn’t realise my leg was caught. I stumbled hard, my body pitching forward, and I was a second away from face-planting straight into the floor when a hand shot out from behind me.

Strong fingers caught my waist, steadying me. I gasped, breathing a ragged sigh of relief.

Asher’s voice, rough and half-asleep, murmured, “Careful…”

“Oh, um… thank you,” I say as his hand catches me and pulls me gently back on top of the bed.

I don’t know why I suddenly feel shy. Ridiculously shy. And he somehow looks even more sexy than he did when we were....

“Mommy!”

Leon’s voice gets louder. Closer.

“That’s Leon,” I whisper urgently, scrambling off the bed, trying to get some clothes on.

Panic hits me all over again. The door creaks. No....

I yank the sheet off the bed and wrap it around myself just as the door opens. My eyes squeeze shut on instinct, as if I don’t see the two worlds colliding, maybe it won’t be real.

“Mommy!”

Leon’s bright voice cuts through my dread. I open my eyes to see him standing right in front of me with an ice cream cone held out in his little hand.

“Here is the ice cream! It’s gonna melt!”

He walks up to me like nothing’s wrong and presses it into my hand.

“Um...thank you, babby,” I say, clearing my throat, trying to steady my voice. “Thank you so much, honey.”

“I want to tell you everything about football,” he says excitedly, bouncing on his heels. “About the game today, I scored a goal!”

“You did?” I say, pasting the brightest smile I can onto my face.

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