Page 118 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

The door finally opens as a tear rolls down my cheek. I stagger to my feet, pulling myself up slowly, clinging to the wall for support.

“Where… hmmmm… where i-is that bitch?” Mateo says. His speech is slurred as he staggers into the room.

Oh God.

He fumbles on his feet while trying to keep his balance.

Oh God, he is fucking drunk.

“There… there you are.” He points a finger at me and smiles.“You’ll soon be my wife,” he belches.

“Mateo,” I whisper.

“I fucking love you, Gianna.” His blue eyes stare at me with a deceitful innocence to them.

I have no idea what is going on but I decide to play along. “I love you, Mateo.”

He walks slowly to me. His breath stinking with the stench of alcohol. “Do you?”

“Yes, I do,” I lie. He tries to touch me but I move backward a little.

“I’ve only wanted you to love me, Gianna.”

“I have always loved you, Mateo.”

He coughs out a laugh and slaps his face with his palm. “Don’t lie to me, Princess.”

“I’m not.”

He tries to touch me again but I move my arm away before he does. “So let me touch your soft skin, Gianna.”

I’m breathing heavily as I stay glued to the wall. “O-okay,” I whisper.

Mateo reaches for my arm again and I let him touch me this time.

“I never meant to hurt you, Princess.”

This could just be my chance to get the fuck out of here. Although my body’s still hurting from last night, I’ll drag myself if I have to.

“I know you didn’t and I forgive you.”

He stares at my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His finger trailing my arm up to my neck.

“I’m all yours, Mateo.”

“Yes, yes, you are.” He leans closer and places a kiss on my cheek.

I’ll let him touch me if it’s what it takes to gain my freedom right now.

“Mateo.”

His eyes are shut as he trails kisses down my throat. I’m heavily irritated by the stench from his mouth.

“Yes, love?”

“Can I ask you for something?”

“You can ask me for anything and it’s yours, Princess.”

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