Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

She tried to stop crying but when her head gets filled with the memories she had of her sister the tears will begin to pour down and she will be crying hard again.

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"Anna," a deep voice called out to Anna.

She opened her eyes slightly to see the blurry figure of her boyfriend. She closed her eyes again and continued sleeping in the bathtub filled with water.

"Did you drink?" the voice of her boyfriend asked her.

She groaned irritated and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before she continued to sleeping quietly when it became quiet again.

"You must not do this again. Don't you know it dangerous? You are drunk, for goodness sake," he complained worriedly before pulling her out of the bathtub in his arms and carried her wet naked body into the room.

He placed her gently on the bed before covering her body up with the duvet.

"I will scold you tomorrow. I will forget that you are angry right now," he told her as he sat beside her on the bed with a towel to dry her wet hair.

She reached and grabbed his hand after a while of him drying her hair carefully to thorough enough to dry it up with the towel.

"Rose," the girl sleeping called out. "I want to sleep on your bed."

This was not the first time she has said something like this in her sleep it always got worse when she drinks.

It was not the first time but it has never seized to make him so infuriated that he could spit out blood in anger.

He exhaled and tried to stand up because he could not grant her request when she was not even asking him.

​ When he realized that his thoughts were baseless because she was already sleeping on his bed, he ran his free hand through his hair.

The smell of blood was still so thick which was the reason he could remain calm when he remembered the scream of the men whose blood he spilled on the nylon covered floor.

He wanted to stand up to remove his shoe that got stained by the blood as he slowly tried to unclasp her hand that held unto his.

He changed his cloth after doing what he did but he missed the blood stain on his shoe or he would have disposed it immediately.

"I said I want to sleep on your bed. Don't you care that I am scared of sleeping on my own?" she asked with a slight pout of her lower lips.

He closed his eyes unable to keep looking at her because he was sure that with the appeasing flustered look she now wore and the pink color of her lips, he will do something he did not want to do when she was drunk.

"You are sleeping on my bed now, so keep quiet."

"I want to sleep on your bed with you," she murmured like a child that wanted something badly and was at the verge of crying for that thing.

"Okay," he agreed with his voice thick with desire and he swallowed hard. He opened his eyes and looked at that tempting appearance before unzipping his jalcket with his free hands. "You made me do it."

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Anna opened her eyes to slightly dark room but from the light trying to penetrate into the room, she knew it was morning.

From the pain she felt, she knew something had happened while she was drunk but this was not the first time since he was her boyfriend.

She turned to see him sleeping peacefully like a baby. She has always found a huge difference between the how he looked when he was awake and when he was sleeping.

When he was asleep, he looked like a baby but when he was awake, he had this camouflaged dangerous countenance.

The head ache she felt made her groan and desired to remain in bed but when she looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, she was forced to stand up because she had lectures in two hours.

She pulled the duvet from her body to expose her bare body with a lot of bite marks. She stood up and went into the spacious bathroom and turned on the tap for a bath.

She returned to the room now wrapped in a white dressing coat. She saw the clothes on the floor but hers were not there.

She picked up his shirt and trousers. She frowned when she saw his shoes. She has always told him to keep the shoes away from the bedroom even if he wears it into the house.

She picked the grey sneakers and took it into his closet. She placed it beside the other pairs of sneakers on the shelf.

She went to the living room and began clearing the bottles of wine she left one the table despite the headache she felt that made her head feel so heavy that if she was not aware that it would not fall off her neck, she would have freaked out.

She took steady steps as she did all she had to do before going to school while feeling angry that he refused to employ a housekeeper.

He used to do everything for her but because he was busy with her last night, he was too tired at this moment to do it for her.

She ate scrambled eggs and toast just like she liked it to be.

She could not eat breakfast in school today because she over slept and with the rate at which she was doing everything, she was almost certain that she will make it time only to class but not a minute earlier than the time.

When she returned to the bathroom, the water had filled the bath and she spent twenty minutes in the warm water before stepping out.

The first time the man before her with his rumpled hair asked her was where his shoes were.

She frowned and pointed at the door of the closet before entering her own closet to dress up.