Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 107

Sofia’s POV

I buried my face deeper into the pillows and dragged in another deep breath as soon as my mind

started to register the fact that I was currently awake and not in a dream like I had thought for the first

few seconds after I had woken up. I dragged in another deep breath and puffed it out slowly, feeling it

get muffled against the side of my nose, mouth and against the warm surface of the pillow which my

head was still buried against. I finally rolled around until I was laying on my back, and I stared up into

the roof and bit on my lips as what was going to be happening today registered in my mind.

Today was a Monday, the start of a new week and it was officially the day that I was going to be starting

painting… or learning how to paint, rather.

I raised my hand and pulled them out of the blankets to press it against my mouth to muffle the small

sequek that had chosen that moment to slip out of my mouth, but it thankfully got muffled down by my

hands.

I rolled my head to the side of the bed and stared into the space beside me and took in the empty

space beside me. It was once again, back to the way it used to be immediately after I had gotten

married to Luca.

Knowing that I was completely alone in the room, and with a certain part of my head already fully

certain that Luca was currently at work, and not in any place around the house – I felt myself visible

relax, and the way my shoulders had been unconsciously strung up eased out and I felt my muscles

which had clamped up unconsciously, start to relax little by little until I was dragging in a deep breath

and puffing it out without any kind of awkwardness.

I rolled to my side on the bed and breathed in deeply, dragging in the scent which I had come to realize

was all Luca, deep into my whole lungs, and the scent which had been faintly drifting into my nose

throughout the night – the way it had always done since the first day I started to share a bed with Luca,

immediately after we got married— swept into my nose in waves and I felt myself inching closer to

Luca’s side of the bed, wanting to get more of that particular scent.

It smelled of a lot of clean grass, and rain and snow and one scent which was way too light for me to

perfectly identify. I dragged in another deep breath, feeling my chest heaving with the whole motion I

was currently carrying out at the moment.

I caught myself after a little while when I realized that I had been about to inch myself completely into

Luca’s space, all because I was trying to get more of his scent into my lungs.

Irritated and feeling something like disappointment at myself, I dragged myself out of the bed and

puffed out a deep breath as soon as I was standing on the place beside the side of my bed. I lifted my

hands up and stretched a little, feeling my body move in sync with my muscles in my shoulders,

cracking a little, and that was it. I turned around in the particular spot which I was still standing in and

picked up my phone from the bed side table, before pushing myself up to my full height once again.

My fingers ghosted over the phone as soon as it got automatically unlocked by my face, my eyes were

straying towards the left upper side of the phone in order to check what the time was currently saying.

It says that it was currently some minutes past ten a.m in the morning, which was honestly really late,

compared to the time which I usually wake up back at home. Which made me start to register the fact

that I am literally almost free to do a lot of things here, compared to the things which I’d be able to do

back at home.

I headed into YouTube and nodded my head once on seeing that the videos which I had downloaded

on my phone last night had completely downloaded, over the night while I was asleep.

I hadn’t even been able to watch tutorials on YouTube, because I was busy reading some articles

relating to painting online. They have been a little helpful, I guess? Even though I didn’t know it I’d be

able to do a thing relating to painting, with the things I had read on those articles last night – which

meant one thing, I was still going to have to watch some tutorials on YouTube before I can be able to

pick up a painting brush and start something at least.

I placed my phone back on the bedside table as soon as I had completely finished scrolling down the

rows of downloaded tutorials videos. Once I was done with that, I turned around on my heels and

started to make my way towards the bathroom, feeling the urge to empty my bladder and to take my

bath, because I was somehow excited to venture into this.

It felt like something huge to me, because for one, never in my wildest dream had I ever imagined

myself up as someone who’d get opportune to do something that I wanted to do, and not because I

was supposed to do or expected to do – the way everything I had completely done in my life, had all

happened.

Secondly, this was something I never expected Luca to ever give his permission to, and to make it all

nerve wrecking and unexpectedly, he had also agreed to give me a room in which I’d use in painting.

Of course he hasn’t shown me the room which he was going to be giving me yet, but I believed and

hoped he was still going to end up giving me a room for my painting all to myself.

I was also hoping he wouldn’t suddenly change his mind and decision about me painting, because if I

was being honest with myself, it all sounded way too good to be true, for him to agree like that, without

asking for anything in return like it was always like, in movies in novels.

Well, what was I even saying to begin with? What could Luca ever want from me in exchange of him

granting me permission to paint? Money? What dose the have in his possession? Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Could it be sex? Because it mostly happens in books like that. Whereby the female character would

need something and would ask the male character for it– and then the male character who was literally

the only one in power of the thing the female character needs, would then demand for her body in

exchange for the said thing tbe female character needs, and won’t be able to not agree to the male’s

demands because the female character would at that moment, be needing that particular thing so

much.

But then, we both know Luca wouldn’t need to ever ask for my permission, or wouldn’t have to give me

something before having to ask for my body in return, the way it happens in those cliché books.

Luca might as well decide to have me tonight as soon as he returns from work tonight, and there was

not a damn thing anybody could do about it. Which made me start to wonder for a few seconds, why

Luca still hasn't taken me, the way he was supposed to do on our wedding night.

The way it was supposed to happen, the way it had always been expected to happen and also tbe way

it always happens, since God knows when.

I made my way into the bathroom and pulled the door close behind my body, making my way directly

into the toilet. I was still on my period, unfortunately, and I took care of what I was supposed to take

care of, as soon as I was about to empty my bladder.

Once I was done, I disposed of what I was supposed to dispose of, and then I started to take off my

clothes a few minutes later. I stepped into the shower and started to wash off, latering my body up with

the liquid soap and washing off the sweat which I had sweated over the night, and watching as the

water was barely dirty as it went down the drain. It was probably because I had taken a shower last

night, before I had gotten into bed and fallen asleep.

Yesterday had been a really busy day, somehow, but I was really glad that I had been able to shop for

the whole things which I had shopped for, at the mall, last night.