Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 130

Luca’s POV

I placed my foot on the floor and reached for my phone before getting up from the bed, and I thumbed

the device open instantly. It was a Monday morning and the date, day and time showed brightly and

boldly on the front of the Home Screen. It was some minutes before it was going to get to six thirty a.m

and I knew that I had spent too much time here in bed immediately after had jolted awake, doing

nothing else except to watch Sofia and touch her smooth skin, before tugging the blanket off the lower

part of her face. It was obvious that I had cut in on my time which I was supposed to spend in the gym,

which only meant one thing, I was going to be completely gyming for only about twenty to thirty

minutes, thanks to the thirty minutes which I had wasted here in bed.

Well, when I start to think about it, I wouldn’t really call it wasting, because to me, I didn’t see it like I

had wasted my time or anything, because what I had done, the time which I had spent just staring at

her face, watching her lashes fan against her cheeks, watching as her soft skin brush against the pad

of my thumb, and staring at those pouty lips which were slightly parted in a cute way– had all been

somehow surreal, and I’d do it again if I get a chance to.

I resisted the urge to turn my data on and check if I’d get some important notifications and I reached

forward and placed my phone back on the bed side table on my side of the bed, beside the guns on the

table. And then I pushed myself until my feet and let a quiet groan slipped out of my lips, it felt like I

wasn’t completely ready for today and my muscles were really agreeing with that particular train of

thought as well.

I started to make my way towards the bathroom almost immediately, stepping into the bathroom and

pulling the door close behind me. As I was emptying my bladder, my mind started to stray towards the

fact that I undoubtedly had a lot of work to do and catch up to, at work, and that I was going to be

working so much at the office today.

I can’t wait. I thought sarcastically to myself as I sprinkled some water over my face and started to dap

my face dry after a few moments of me thoroughly washing my face. Once I was done, I started to

make my way out of the bathroom, and headed straight towards the door leading outside the bedroom.

I had fallen asleep in a light gray sweat pants and obviously didn’t need to start changing into

something else, just because I wanted to exercise for only a few minutes.

I pushed open the gyming room door open and inspected the whole room firstly, doing a quick sweep

with my eyes right before I let myself into the room. After ensuring that the room was empty and finally

returning the gun which I had pulled out from the side of tne chsir positioned beside the punching bag, I

felt myself start to relax a little. Despite the amount of body guards I had working for me, and how it NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

was so obvious that they were the best of the best before I had them selected, it didn’t stop my instincts

from going into susceptive and alert mood each time I step into an empty room, right here in the house.

It was one of the reasons why I had hesitated a little when Sofia had came to me and asked me for

permission about the whole painting thing and how she had finally ended it all by asking if I’d be able to

give her an empty room which she was going to be using to paint, and anything relating to it. It had

been because of this particular thing.

Because I didn’t want her to get the room and one day go into it to paint, only to meet some people

who’d have been there for a little while before she had arrived, waiting for her.

But then I had ended up agreeing, because I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to

resist her, even if I tried, so it was literally of no use, and so I had granted her permission and agreed to

giving her a room.

Which reminds me of the fact that I still haven’t gotten to giving her the said room which she had

requested for, and which I had agreed to giving her.

I’m going to have to give Ethan and Ryan some orders about that particular room before I leave for the

office today, and I was also going to be speaking to Sarah and Sarah, beverage their helps were going

to be needed in getting the room cleaned up as fast as possible, before sofia gets a chance to finally

wake up.

And I know just which room to give to her…

I reached for the barbell with my other hand, which I had been lifting up for a good ten minutes without

any break, before finally placing it on the ground between my legs ever so carefully.

Damn, this thing was fucking heavy.

I muttered to myself as I stretched my hands out before me for a few moments more, before finally

pushing myself towards my feet and heading straight for the heavier weights.

I was going to be spending ten more minutes in here, and then I was going to be leaving straight for my

bedroom without any minutes to spare, in order to go get ready for work, to be able to have some time

on me for coffee before I leave for work, and most importantly, to be able to speak to the people who I

had planned to message before leaving for work.

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I pulled my suit jacket on my shoulders and buttoned the suit up after a moment of examining myself in

the floor length mirror and agreeing with myself that the navy blue colored suit looked good on me, and

that it also matched the color and shade of the inner shirt which I had on inside the suit jacket. Once I

was done doing up the few buttons, I did the cuffs as well, and then I was walking towards my shoe

racks, racking my brains for the pair of shoes which I was going to have to go with.

Would it be too much of me if I employ somebody just to pick out my clothes and shoes for me five

days a week, or each day I was going to be leaving tne house, so far I needed to dress up— because

damn, it really wasn’t easy, if I was going to be honest with myself.

I mean, I was I going to be picking through over fifty shoes, and it honestly felt like I had only been

wearing a few amount of ones over and over again was still fresh in my head, which was really

honestly placing more emphasis on my thought that I really needed to get someone who was going to

be really good at matching clothes, most especially suits together with shoes.

My brain was way too overworked most times of the day, it was honestly getting harder and harder for

me to keep doing this every damn day.

I was getting really tired of it, now that I was starting to think about it.

But… oh well.

But then, it it was that I wasn’t married to a wife already, then I might have seriously contemplated that

thought of employing a personal stylist who was going to be helping me out with those kinds of stuffs,

but I knew without even having to think too much that, that was going to be impossible now that I was

married.

Why? Well, it was because of the fact thst i couldn’t stomach the thought of a man or a woman coming

in here when Sofia might be in at that very moment, disrupting her sleep or seeing her in such a

vulnerable state… and I also know that she wasn’t going to be comfort about it, because she had

literally just started to calm down here in the bedroom, compared to when we had just gotten married

whereby she had been oh so terrified that it showed in whatever jerky moves she made around me in

the bedroom.

My mind started to drift towards that particular day when she had made her way jerkily into the

bathroom and she had spent over an hour in there, that I had started to get a little worried about the

fact that she still wasn’t back from the bathroom in such a long time… a part of my mind knew she had

decided to wait behind in the bathroom after doing her business, just to pass time in hopes of me falling

asleep before she’d walk back out of the bathroom. That had been the complete opposite which she

had met immediately after pushing the door open and it had been obvious about how nervous she had

been as she made her way towards our bed on that particular night, and how she had been lying at the

edge of the very tip of her side of the bed– which was one of signs in which she had been extremely

nervous and scared around me in the bedroom.

But it has been obvious to me that the amount of nervousness and fear had started to reduce, which I

was really pleased about, because I’d never hurt her like she obviously used to think.

It had been obvious that she had started to relax around the bedroom compared to when we had just

gotten married, because for one? In which she’d never have made a mistake of going to sleep and

facing my side of the bed before… but then this morning, she had been facing my side of the bed, like

she had done two more times before… which showed that even in her unconscious state, and perhaps

even without realizing it, she was starting to relax around me, and in the bedroom which we both share

together — and that though was honestly really pleasing.

And I wouldn’t want to take that away from her and make her start getting all that nervous energy

around her, which was most definitely why I was going to be burying that thought about me getting a

stylish who’d be helping me out with anything relating to my dressing up and mixture, and also

including the matching of suits colors and shades.

I pulled out a pair of shoes which matched the color of my suit pants and jacket, and then I proceeded

to get the shoes on, after tugging on a pair of socks first. I stood up back to my feet as soon as I was

done, and then I made my way towards the dressing table. I picked up my comb and started to move

my comb through the dark curls, reaching for the curls can spray on the far end of the table and using it

to spray all over my curls with it, and then I proceeded to combed my curls out a few more times,

before placing my comb back on tne dressing table and tapping on the sides and middle of my curls, in

order to make the curls be around the same size and height, instead of some parts hanging out in an

unattractive way.

Once I was done, I applied some hair cream on the hair until the curls were shining, and almost glued

in a way because of the gel which I had rubbed into it, and then I started to make my way out of tne

dressing room after a few more minutes, with the thought that as usual, I was looking sexy as fuck

once again.

Literally no one does it like I do.