Page 80 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Shoving my earbuds in my ears, I calmed myself by watching an action movie on my laptop. Before long, I drifted off to sleep, too.

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Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned into Ryah’s ear. “Babe, wake up.” I caressed her stomach.

She stirred. “I’m up.” Ryah rolled over.

“Open your eyes, Ryah.”

I stood, waiting for her reaction.

She sat straight up, wide eyed. “Where am I?” Her gaze landed on her clothes, or should I say, a lack thereof.

“I’m wearing your t-shirt.” Her words dropped from her mouth slow like she was solving a puzzle.

“What the fuck, Rocco?” Her simmering green eyes met mine. “You drugged me!” she bit out.

“I hope you’re hungry. We have dinner reservations.”

“Dinner?” Ryah was still stunned by her current state.

“Bath or shower?”

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Six o'clock, Rocco,” Ryah growled.

Gripping her head, she exhaled. “I doubt I have time for a bath.”

“I can always push the reservation back.”

She eased off the bed, then rummaged through her luggage. “Give me thirty-minutes.”

“No problem.” I sauntered into the living room, slipped on my headphones, and continued playing my video game.

I knew all things Ryah. It would take her a little while to forgive me for my actions. That was fine.

An hour later, she stepped into view. My eyes fell on her tall black boots and worked their way up to the short, tan colored sweater dress clinging to her hips.

I slipped the headphones off.

“I’m ready.”

“Did you enjoy your bath?”

“Yes.”

Standing to my feet, I grabbed the remote, then flipped off the TV. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

She stared at my hair. “You look good.”

I laughed. “Ryah, just say you don’t like it.”

“It’s short.”

“No, it’s still long on the top, just a little shorter in the back and on the sides.”

Ryah reached up, and slipped her fingers through the curls. I took that as my queue to pull her close.

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