Page 20 of Oops Baby for the Mafia Boss

My stomach is in knots from the moment I wake at two in the morning, with the realisation I shouldn’t have walked away when Emily’s phone rang. Sometimes the world is full of all these social rules that I break before I fully understand them.

Giving a girl space to talk to her mother has felt like the right thing, but my middle-of-the-night brain decides on a different interpretation.

Maybe she thinks I don’t want to do that again? Or she could be telling herself that I didn’t like that she was a virgin too, when the truth is the opposite.

It doesn’t matter. Well, it doesn’t matter to me, I know Emily is mine, and she’ll get the idea soon too.

I spent yesterday putting the finishing touches on her library. When she sees it, she’ll understand all the things I can’t put into words. That I’d do anything to make her happy. She’s perfect in every way, belongs to me, and will live with me.

The next section of the romantasy we’re listening to has Rovaj taking the heroine to his palace. When we reach that part of the audio, I’ll take her hand in mine, lead her to my car, drive her to my home, and show her the library.

My stomach twists as I walk into the Mortlake building. It’s similar to a combination of the feeling before Camden water-boarded me, and the first time I saw a T-Rex skeleton.

I’ve definitely never felt like this before.

I’m only just holding myself together, and I can’t get my head to quiet at all. It’s full of images of Emily when I was inside her. If she says no... I’m not sure I can take that. Or what if she’s hurt because I fucked up yesterday?

I swallow down the sensation, but it’s back in my mouth by the time my throat has bobbed.

This is… I cannot fuck this up. If it takes words, fine.

If it requires kidnap, that’s okay too. Maybe preferable to words, actually. Clearer. More my style.

As I make my way down the corridor to Emily’s office, that thought solidifies in my mind.

Yes. Abduction. I’ll just tie her to my bed, or lock her in the library, and lick her pussy until she understands she’s mine.

Mine.

Fuck. She’s as necessary as air. My heart becomes a ridiculous fluttering creature as I round the corner and come face to face with a closed wooden door.

My stomach drops, and my brain scrambles to keep up. I shove it, twisting the handle viciously.

Why is it shut? It’s ruined that sweet moment when I see her before she sees me. I’m furious even before the door yields and slams back against the wall, the bang echoing. Then silence.

Total, quiet. No tinny speaker playing an audiobook. No tap of the keyboard or swish of notebook pages.

I’m light-headed. I grip the doorframe.

No.

No. Where is she? I’d yell if I was that sort of person. Instead, I propel myself into the room, shoving her chair aside as thoughshe might be under the desk, and storming into the adjacent office of her manager.

I have too much blood in my body. It’s everywhere, the pressure too high, and it’s just red, over my eyes and pushing at my skin.

Where is she?

For three months she has been here every single weekday morning. Is it a weekend and I somehow didn’t notice? Time travelled maybe. Was knocked out and had amnesia from Monday to Friday?

The phone I pull from my pocket says, no. It’s Tuesday, as it should be.

Except she should behere.

Perhaps she’s ill. The thought makes me crazy. I have to find her.

The back of my mind suggests other reasons.

She doesn’t want you. She didn’t want what you did yesterday, and you misread the situation. You fucked it up.