Entangled With The Mafia Lord

Auden’s POV

We were all almost done eating and I was already seriously considering going to go check up on Nicolas to figure out what was keeping them long when I heard their faint voices from down the hallway. I glanced up and watched as they all walked leisurely towards the table. Nicolas’s white hair was braided on his head while a few escaped curls fell into his face as he took the first seat on my left hand side- without wincing, thankfully.

Nicole slid into the seat beside him while Daven took the one after Nicole. I noticed how pale and tired Daven looked, and sleepy.

“You alright, Daven?” I asked and watched as he yawned while blinking sleep away from his eyes before he nodded in reply while reaching for the bowl of rice in the middle of the table.

He scooped a little into his plate before passing the bowl to Nicole. I nudged Nicolas’s knee with mine and watched as he tore his eyes away from Daven’syawning face before glancing at me with his eyes blown wide open.

“Everything alright?”

Nicolas nodded his head, his curls bouncing around his lips, his hair was as long as mine, only that mine was pitch black while his natural brown hair was now dyed white.

“What kept you guys so long?” Tristan asked.

“Nothing.” Nicolas replied immediately.

“Stuff.” Nicole said at the same time.

“Cool.” Tristan stated sarcastically as he picked up his phone from the table and glanced at it for a moment before returning it back to the table. I glanced at Aria and watched as she pushed her hair out of her eyes and smiled a little at Nicole who was currently watching her. Nicole ducked her head and inserted her rice filled spoon into her mouth and I chuckled quietly under my breath.

Nicolas glanced at me then followed my gaze and we both watched Aria recline back on her chair as she looked around. Her gaze locked with mine but she looked away immediately, probably because Nicolas was currently watching her too.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Who’s she?” Nicolas whispered to me after tearing his gaze away from Aria’s face.

“A friend from work.”

“Really now? I remember seeing her yesterday too.” Nicolas pointed out immediately.

“Okay. She’s more than a friend.” I tried again and watched as Nicolas rolled his eyes at me before hitting the nail on the head.

“Is it really serious? Because she’s now somehow involved in this whole mess, y’know.”

He turned away from me when I remained quiet and continued eating while I kept on pondering on what he said to me.

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After discussing a few more important things with Tristan since Lucas didn’t stay long after coming back to the penthouse with me from Pedro’s place, I headed upstairs and stepped into my room.

I stretched my arms behind my head and groaned quietly when it popped from its knotted spot with a sound before I dropped my hands down and glanced around the room, Aria was nowhere to be seen on the bed or around the room.

I made my way towards the floor length window and pulled the curtains aside, the bright, different lights from a thousand different places all shone brightly through the glass wall and into the room, casting a beautiful hue into the room.

I unbuttoned my shirt before my pants followed suit. Grabbing my towel, I made my way towards the bathroom and shouldered the door open. The sound of the shower which I didn’t know was running before suddenly ceased sounding just as the shower’s door got pushed open and out stepped Aria.

Aria’s whole head was buried in another towel for a few more seconds before she pulled the towel off her head and shook her hair out. I stayed leaning against the counter as I watched her clean her face with the towel while the other one was wrapped tightly around her. She gasped and paused for a few seconds when she noticed my presence before smiling at me and ducking her head while she continued to mop her wet curls that kept dripping water over her face.

I walked towards her and watched as she took small steps back until she was trapped against the wall, our eyes staring into each other’s. She blinked once when water dripped into her eyes from her hair and I chuckled as I retrieved the towel from her and used it to mop her wet forehead.

“Hey.” I whispered.

“Hi.” She whispered back.

She swallowed softly, her head leaning against the cold wall as she glanced up at me, my gaze dropped on her working throat and the sudden urge to lick and bite and mark it filled my head with different wanton stuff which all rushed to my dick all at once.

I dropped the towel on the floor and intertwined our fingers together while holding her hands against the wall beside her head as I bent a little until my face was only a few inches away from her throat.

A few droplets of water were sliding down her jaw and down her neck, I leaned forward and slowly licked the drops of water away and heard her gasp quietly.