Predestined for the mafia boss

Our home

Lyana

The elevator doors opened, revealing an immense lobby with beige decor and a ceiling over two meters high, natural light streaming in through the glass wall covered with a dark enough shield to block the heat and conceal whoever was inside. I felt a gentle touch against my waist, encouraged, I took a few steps, finding myself in a corridor. I bit my lip as I followed the path to the left, reaching a fully equipped kitchen with stainless steel appliances. Not only that, but I cracked a small smile.

I retraced my steps, his presence constant beside me, as if he were waiting for something. Near the glass wall, I found a huge wooden bookshelf containing several books, a reclining armchair, and a small side table. I ran my hand over the titles, admiring the collections of books I had always dreamed of reading.

Continuing along the translucent wall, I found three doors. In the first to the right, a simple but masculine office with dark blue and gray tones, a glass desk, and a black chair.

On the second door to the right, a bedroom with a double bed, sparsely decorated with no details or personal touches, probably intended to be a guest suite. I sighed.

At the last door, the difference began with it being a sliding door, closing off the corridor, as if it were the wardrobe leading to Narnia. I felt frantic heartbeats, making the blood rush to my cheeks. Inside, the scene resembled a palace from my dreams, with the enormous bed occupying the central space, its canopy rising towards the ceiling, letting a golden fabric cascade down the wood. The glass wall naturally illuminated the room.

I walked inside, running my fingers over the white and gold comforter, the fabric intricately detailed, with the initials L & Y embroidered on the edge, the same on the pillow protectors, as if one complemented the other. I headed for the only door within the room, finding a huge walk-in closet stretching from one end to the other, only on the right side. Furthermore, I grew curious to discover how far the glass wall extended.

I continued inspecting the suits, the neatly aligned shoes, and then the dresses that I couldn't imagine myself wearing when I loved jeans so much. I entered the last space, discovering a bathroom with all the details in gold. The bathtub on the left side could fit four people, leaning against the glass wall, offering a stunning view of the city.

Returning to the bedroom, I found Yurich leaning against the wall beside the door, his eyes shining with silent anticipation. With uncertain steps, I approached the glass wall, the view of the cars below appearing so small.

“Can they see us?” I asked.

Looking at the other buildings around, maybe not as tall, but close enough. I felt a touch against a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear, his fingertips grazing my skin in a gentle caress, stirring turmoil within my chest. Anxious, I bit my lip.

“No one can see us,” he finally replied. “If you don't like it, we can change.”

The apprehension in his voice caught my attention. I met his forest-green eyes, reminiscent of a spring day. That's what Yurich's eyes reminded me of. The questions shimmered subtly, the way he seemed to desire to consume me, and the apprehension as if he only needed a word from me to change everything.

“I love our place. It feels like everything I've ever dreamed of. It's perfect, Yurich,” I said, though perfection seemed almost too much to bear.

“You've been quiet since we arrived,” he raised an eyebrow.

I turned my body towards him, taking a step to close the distance between us, and placed my hands flat against his chest, covered by the gray suit. I noticed how my action seemed to leave him speechless, which only fueled my desire to surprise him.

“I was just noticing how much it resembles some of my dreams,” I declared, opening a smile.

It's true, it's even a bit more profound than what I had imagined, at least in my memories, in the research I did, saving photos of decorations. Yurich wraps his hand around my waist, while the other gently strokes my cheek. I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and my breath becoming uneven with every bit of distance he closes. When his lips are close enough, I'm suppressing the discontentment to turn away, but I shiver at his words against my ear.

“My life's goal is to make your dreams come true.”

I feel my eyes welling up with tears at his declaration, and without thinking, I lay my head against his broad chest, gazing out at the city below us.

“I want to remember us,” I murmur, feeling the tightness in my chest again.

“At the right moment, you will remember,” he reassures me.

A strange silence falls between us, and I sigh again, feeling defeated. I search for something to say, but nothing comes to mind. I want to ask so many things.

How was our first kiss?

Did we fall in love at first sight?

Am I still a virgin?

“You're overthinking, princess. I can hear your mind screaming,” he breaks the silence.

“I'm just curious about everything, you know?” I pause, taking a breath. “It's almost ten years of lost memories, things I don't remember how I accomplished.”

Yurich seems to understand my apprehension, staying silent as the words echo through the room.

“Who I've become, what I am, and what I've done, it's all gone,” I mutter softer, mostly to myself.

His large hand takes hold of my chin, pulling it away from his chest. His gaze meets mine, sending shivers down my spine.

“I haven't been with you for these past ten years to know what happened,” his thumb caresses my lower lip. “But everything that happened made you so perfect, I can't bear to be away from you, and I sincerely thank whatever happened to have you in my arms.”

The weight of his words eases all my fears as if he knows exactly how to heal my doubts. I need to bite my lip to hold back the tears.

His gaze lowers to my lips, causing my pupils to dilate, as if unable to resist for another moment. Yurich slips his hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. He nibbles on my lip, causing a gasp to escape, which he uses to his advantage, plunging his tongue into my mouth. Tilting our heads and commanding the kiss into something hot, intense, and possessive. His hand on my waist supports my trembling legs.

I raise my hand, pulling him by the lapel of his suit, needing more of him. I sigh, defeated when he pulls away. The smug smile on the corner of his lips tinted red from the kiss.

“Let's not rush things,” he says, just as I'm about to reply, his phone rings.

“I need to go to work, my love. Your new phone is in the living room. If anything comes up, just give me a call. I'll be back soon.”

I nod, watching as he leaves the suite, which suddenly feels empty without his presence. Furthermore, I sit on the floor, resting my head against the glass, saddened by the emptiness of memories yet overwhelmed by the feelings Yurich stirs in me as if I were a teenager again.