CONTRACT WITH THE MAFIA KING

chapter 4:feelings

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Just as Myra was starting to drift off to sleep, a loud clap of thunder boomed outside, making her jump. She let out a small cry of fear, her heart racing as she instinctively reached out for Alessandro.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she buried her face in his chest. The thunder boomed again, and Myra's grip on him tightened, her body trembling slightly.

Alessandro's hold on her was firm, his warmth and scent enveloping her as he stroked her hair. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "It's just thunder."

Myra felt a sense of safety wash over her, her fear slowly receding as she breathed in the calmness of his presence. She knew she shouldn't be clinging to him like this, but she couldn't help herself. For a moment, she just let herself be held, let herself feel the comfort of his arms around her.

As the storm raged on outside, Myra's grip on Alessandro slowly relaxed, her breathing steadying. She was aware of his heartbeat beneath her ear, the steady rhythm a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves.

And as she lay there, wrapped in his arms, Myra felt a sense of connection she couldn't ignore. It was as if the storm outside had awakened something within her, something that she couldn't quite put into words.

But as the thunder began to fade into the distance, Myra knew she couldn't stay in his arms forever. She slowly pulled back, her eyes meeting Alessandro's in the dim light of the room. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

And then, without a word, Alessandro pulled her back into his arms, holding her close as the storm finally began to pass.As the storm finally began to subside, Alessandro gently extricated himself from Myra's grasp, his movements quiet so as not to disturb her. He slipped out of bed, his eyes scanning the room before he made his way to the sitting area outside the bedroom.

As he reached for his phone, it buzzed in his hand, displaying a number he recognized. He answered the call, his voice low and polite. "Mr. and Mrs. Henderson."

"Alessandro, it's been too long," Myra's mother said, her voice warm and friendly. "We were just checking in on Myra. How's she adjusting to married life?"

Alessandro's gaze drifted back to the bedroom, where Myra was still lying in bed, her eyes closed. "She's adapting well," he said, his voice neutral. "Though it's still early days."

Myra's father chimed in, his voice gruff but affectionate. "We're glad to hear that. We were a bit worried about her, you know. She's always been a bit...impulsive."

Alessandro's expression remained calm, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "I'll make sure she stays on track," he said, his voice smooth.

As the conversation continued, Alessandro's tone remained polite and courteous, but Myra's parents seemed to sense something beneath the surface. They asked about their plans, about Myra's role in the Morano family, and Alessandro answered their questions with a mixture of candor and caution.

As the call drew to a close, Myra's mother said, "Give Myra our love, won't you? We miss her."

Alessandro's gaze drifted back to the bedroom, his eyes lingering on Myra's sleeping form. "I'll pass it on," he said, his voice softening ever so slightly.

As he ended the call, Alessandro's expression turned thoughtful. He stood there for a moment, lost in thought, before he turned back to the bedroom. Myra was still asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Alessandro's eyes lingered on her face, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He knew he had to keep his distance, maintain the boundaries he'd set. But as he looked at Myra, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was already in deeper than he'd anticipated.Myra woke up to the sound of the shower shutting off in the bathroom. She stretched, feeling a bit more relaxed after the stormy night. As she sat up, she noticed Alessandro emerging from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of his muscles, the way the water droplets glistened on his skin. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sudden rush of attraction that she couldn't ignore.

Alessandro's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Myra's face grew warm, and she knew she was blushing. She looked away, trying to compose herself, but she couldn't help sneaking another glance at him.

As Alessandro began to dress, Myra couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed with each movement. She felt a sense of fascination, a desire to touch him, to explore the contours of his body.

But she knew she couldn't give in to those feelings. She was his wife, but their marriage was a business arrangement, not a love match. She had to keep her emotions in check, no matter how much her body seemed to respond to him.

As Alessandro finished dressing, he turned to her, his eyes piercing. "I'll be leaving soon," he said, his voice cool. "Make sure you're ready for the day."

Myra nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment. She knew she had to get used to his absence, to the fact that their marriage was a complicated, often cold, arrangement. But as she watched him prepare to leave, she couldn't help feeling a sense of longing, a desire for something more.As Myra came out dressed in a beautiful dress, Alessandro's eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the sight of her. The dress was elegant, and it suited her well.

"You look lovely," he said, his voice neutral.

Myra smiled, feeling a sense of pleasure at his compliment. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft.

Alessandro's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he looked away, his expression unreadable. "I have to leave now," he said, his voice firm. "My driver will take you to your appointments today."

Myra nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation. She watched as Alessandro grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door, feeling a mix of emotions. She was still getting used to this new life, and she wasn't sure what the future held.

As the door closed behind him, Myra let out a breath, feeling a sense of freedom. She knew she had to be careful, that she had to play the role of the perfect wife. But for now, she just felt like herself, free to make her own choices.As Alessandro turned to leave, Myra suddenly felt a pang of sadness. She didn't want him to go, not yet. Without thinking, she ran to him and threw her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"Wait," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

Alessandro's body stiffened in surprise, but then he relaxed, his arms wrapping around her in a gentle hold. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Myra didn't know exactly. She just didn't want him to leave, not when things felt so uncertain between them. "I just...I don't want you to go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alessandro's hold on her tightened slightly, and he rested his chin on top of her head. "I'll be back soon," he said, his voice gentle. "Take care of yourself while I'm away."

Myra nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in his arms. For a moment, she forgot about the complexities of their relationship and just let herself be held by him. And as she stood there, surrounded by his warmth and scent, she felt a sense of connection that she couldn't ignore.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Myra felt a sense of peace wash over her, a sense of belonging that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Alessandro's hold on her was gentle, but firm, and Myra felt safe in his arms. She breathed in the scent of his cologne, feeling a sense of calm wash over her.

For a moment, they just stood there, holding each other. Then, Alessandro's voice broke the silence. "I have to go," he said, his voice low and husky.

Myra nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. She knew he had to leave, but she didn't want him to go. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Alessandro's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and Myra felt like he could see right through her. Then, he leaned down and brushed his lips against her forehead, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"I'll be back soon," he said, his voice soft. "Take care of yourself."

Myra nodded, feeling a sense of longing. She watched as Alessandro turned and walked away, feeling a sense of emptiness wash over her. She knew she had to be strong, to navigate the complexities of their relationship. But for now, she just felt lost, and alone.