Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

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But I didn’t make a move to remove the hair from my face or stand up. I just lay there, closing my eyes, not looking at him. I wanted to know what he was thinking. If he had hate or anger or whatever it was he was feeling.

I had a lot of questions.

I thought men wanted sex, and this was the second time I was trying my best to seduce him, and he was refusing me.

My research-both social and personal-said he would go for it, but he was being painstakingly stubborn. And that started giving me back negative thoughts.

Like… why didn’t he want to do it?

I know, he told me. But still, you can’t blame me for questioning it.

It was silent for a while before his voice sounded from somewhere far in the room.

“Why are you doing this, Ariella?”

At first, it was just slow-just a question-until his voice rose, filled with anger.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked again, his voice hard this time.

I didn’t say anything. I kept quiet. I didn’t even open my eyes.

“So you’re going to choose the silent treatment again? Even when I’m here in front of you right now?…. Do you know what I had to do to be here right now? My father must be pissed off…”

He said this, but he didn’t know how the fact that he mentioned his father had an effect on me.

His dad the one who wanted me to break up with him. The one who wanted to marry me, even though he knew I loved his son.

And it made me feel guilty, too, for reasons I couldn’t explain.

At that moment, I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to say: You know what? Fuck it. I’ll just tell him-your dad is a piece of shit…

But then I remembered the look on my father’s face. My mother’s face.

I knew Asher had a temper. Who knew what he would do when I told him the truth?

I had to stick with the plan. Until there was nothing else left for me to do when I was out of options… Then maybe, I would tell him the truth.

“Do you think I’m ugly?” I shouted, suddenly standing. I knelt on the bed, hair wild and falling across my face as I tried to push it away.

He frowned. “What?”

“I mean…” I snapped, frustrated, “that you don’t find me desirable. Am I not sexy enough? Like those whores you’re always around?”

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Chapter 43

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“What the hell are you talking about?” His voice sharpened.

I didn’t care. I was going to use every damn resource I had to get what I wanted.

“You think I don’t know?” I asked, accusingly. “I know you’ve been screwing other girls-at your nightclubs, your strip clubs. I know what you’ve been doing behind my back! That’s the real reason you don’t want to sleep with me, isn’t it?”

He had gone to stand near the door like he was about to leave-but he didn’t. Not after my words.

He Came closer.

“What the hell are you even saying?” he growled, now standing right beside the bed.

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