Heart of the Mafia King

The Movie

{Maisie’s POV}

I ran upstairs, quickly changing into a sage green nightgown, and my matching silk, sage green robe. I tied it around me, making my way back downstairs. I froze when I saw Angelo in the kitchen, scooping ice cream into bowls. He had his tie loosened, his jacket was thrown on the counter. His button up had three buttons undone on top, the vest completely unbuttoned, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his toned arms, and tattoos.

I could physically feel the blood rushing to my face, and my heart picking up pace. Da**.. it was the only word that came to mind in the moment. I stayed still, hoping that he wouldn’t see me, as if standing still could make me invisible. I watched as he scooped the ice cream into the second bowl before placing the lid back on the tub beside him. Some ice cream spilled over the side, and he used his thumb to wipe it off, before pulling it to his mouth and licking it. Da**.. just da**. He looked up with his eyes, keeping his head tilted down.

“Ice cream?” He asked, scooting out a bowl towards me.

He turned placing the tub back into the freezer, and the scoop in the sink. “I haven’t gotten a chance to go change yet, but if you want, I’m comfy now. Just let me..” he said, pulling off the vest and lying it on top of his jacket. “There we go.” He smiled over at me, removing his tie and lying it with the vest and jacket. “Now I’m comfortable, wanna go watch a movie?” He asked, pointing to the couch. It was a sectional, and had pillows and blankets thrown around it in what looked similar to a nest. The fireplace under the tv was lit, and he scooted the ottoman up so we could lay our feet and legs up on it.

I smiled up at him, nodding before grabbing my bowl, and taking a bite of ice cream, trying to cool myself off. I slid off the stool, walking over to the couch, I looked over my shoulder at him and pulled the spoon from my mouth putting it back into the bowl. “What movie are we gonna watch?” I asked.

His face was red, and his eyes dark as he watched me. “I-umm.. whatever you want.” He answered, grabbing the remote as we both sat down. He handed it to me, and I couldn’t help but notice, I’m making him feel this way too. His face said it all, he was blushing at me eating my ice cream in my pjs, the same way that I was blushing about him with his outfit half undone, scooping the da** ice cream.

I couldn’t help the giggle that came out of me, it was just too funny. I was worried that maybe, even after everything he’s said, that I felt more for him than he did for me. My relationship with Robert, it took all of my confidence, all of my strength. It took years to build back up any amount of myself that could look in the mirror without hating what I saw. Now, he looks at me, with my fluffy, messy hair, and pajamas, the same way he looked at me when I was all dressed up in the restaurant.

He is different, in every single way, he doesn’t make me feel bad about myself. He makes me feel like, even on my worst days, I’m the most beautiful woman. When I came to help out his brothers, in my pajamas, messy hair, and no makeup on, he didn’t treat me any differently. He still goofed off with me, and even flirted with me. “What are you thinking about Maisie?” He asked, pulling me away from my thoughts. “You look like your heads up in outer space.” He smiled over at me, putting his arm around me. “Are you okay? Is this too much, too fast?”

I leaned in to his arm, smiling up at him. “No, this is perfect.” I said softly. “I was just thinking.. I’m in my pajamas, my hair got kind of messy while I was changing, and you.. you didn’t say a word. You still look at me the same.. it’s, it’s sweet.”

“You’re beautiful, wild hair, pajamas, no makeup, or all dressed up, you are the same beautiful Maisie.” He said, smiling back down at me.

He was too perfect, I couldn’t help but stare at his lips, curved into that genuine smile. I slowly, and carefully leaned into him, pressing my lips softly against his. He leaned into the kiss, placing one of his hands softly against my neck, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. More.. I wanted more, more contact, more of his lips on mine. I pulled away, looking at the ice cream in our laps. I grabbed the bowls, placing them beside me on the end table. “Maisie what are you doing?” He chuckled.

I walked back over, grabbing the collar of his shirt, forcing him to sit up straight. I walked in between his legs, with him sitting on the couch in front of me like this, he was just a little shorter than me. I ran my hand up the side of his face, and leaned back in, kissing him again.

His hands ran up my sides, stopping at my waist, before wrapping around me. I couldn’t help the soft mo** that escaped me, finding its way into his mouth as our kiss deepened. I ran my hands across his shoulders, and around his neck, climbing into his lap, and straddling him. One of his arms slid up, grabbing the back of my neck, and sliding his fingers into my hair. I traced one of my hands back down, softly moving my fingers onto the exposed part of his chest, he groaned, making my body heat up even more. With every touch, every kiss, every little sound made between the two of us, I found myself craving more and more of him.