SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 68
THEME: His slave
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Troy drove Mabel home, and they parked outside the gate.
Mabel's face lit up with a warm smile. "Thank you for bringing me home."
Troy's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, taking her hand in his. "You know I was worried when Shawn told me you were in the bar as well with Sofia."
"Sofia asked me to tag along, and I'm glad I did. Those two were too dramatic." They shared a warm smile, and Troy's eyes softened.
"I'm glad you were with them," He said, his voice low and gentle, as he caressed her face. Mabel's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her eyes shy. "So, have you thought about what I told you?" Troy asked, his eyes locked on hers.
"Um."She hesitated.
"All I need is a chance to be your one and only man."Her face softened, her eyes melting. She nodded slightly, and his face lit up. "Is that a yes?" He asked, his voice filled with hope.
"Yes."Her face turned pink, and she nodded again.
Troy's face broke into a wide smile, and he pulled her into a warm hug. "Thank you, you don't know how excited I am right now."
"Me too."She smiled.
They pulled away from each other, locking eyes. His eyes burned with intensity as he caressed her face. Slowly, he leaned his face closer to hers, his lips brushing against hers softly. Mabel's eyes closed, and she squeezed his shirt tight, her face tilted up to his.
It was her first kiss, and Troy's gentle touch made her heart skip a beat.
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Shawn drove home with Sofia, his face filled with concern and affection. He carried her in his arms out of the car and headed upstairs to his room, his eyes never leaving hers.
As he lay her gently on the bed, his face softened, and he sat next to her, caressing her face. "I am sorry for pushing you away, I miss you so much."
He kissed her forehead, and Sofia murmured, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before she woke up with her eyes closed and puked on his shirt. Then, she fell back to sleep.
His face contorted in a mixture of disgust and amusement as he sighed and moved to the bathroom to change his shirt. After a while, he came out with a bowl of water and a hand towel.
He sat down next to her, his face filled with tenderness, and started to wipe her body with the towel. After he was done, he walked to his closet and got his white t-shirt and a jogger.
Then, he turned off the light, making everywhere dark, and undressed her, changing her clothes to his. After he was done, he turned on the light and covered her probably with the blanket before moving to sleep next to her, turning off the light.
Sofia's face was peaceful, her eyes closed, and her chest rising and falling with each breath. Shawn's face was calm, his eyes closed, and a soft smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around Her, holding her close.
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The next morning, the sun flashed into the room, making it sparkle. Sofia stretched on the bed and started to open her eyes weakly. She noticed the room was familiar and sat upright on the bed, trying to process what had happened at the bar. She groaned quietly in pain as she felt a slight headache.
As she looked around, surprised at where she was, her brow furrowed. "Shawn's room? Why am I in his room? How did I get in here?" she wondered.
She got up from the bed and noticed she wasn't wearing her clothes. She was confused, and she walked to open the door. Just as she reached for the handle, the door suddenly opened, revealing Shawn's face, who was holding a glass cup of green tea.
Their eyes met, and he let out a warm smile. "You're awake." He moved and placed the tea on the table, then walked back to her, holding her hands. Sofia stared at him, then took her hands off his, and he was surprised.
"What am I doing in your house? How did I get here? The last time I remember, I was in the bar with my friends," She said, her voice laced with uncertainty.
"I know, I brought you home last night when you were drunk at the bar and passed out."
"How did you know I was at the bar? Did Mabel call you, or did you have me stalked by your men?"She frowned.
"I'm sorry, I was worried about you.", His eyes dropping, apologetic. He took the tea from the table. "Drink this, it'll kill your hangover."
"I don't need it."She declined, her look turned stubborn, and came out of the room, Shawn following her behind, trying to calm her down.
"Listen to me, Sofia, let me explain," He said, rushing to catch up with her as she was climbing down the staircase.
Troy, who was sitting at the dining table, watched the scene unfold, a hint of amusement on his face.
"I don't need your explanation, you wanted space, I'll give it to you, so bit it!".She said furiously, and not looking back, and was almost at the door when Shawn rushed to block her path.
Troy's eyes sparkled with amusement at the scene.
"Can we talk?" He asked, his expression pleading.
"Out of my way, Shawn, I don't want to talk to you."Her eyes cold and icy.
"Please, just give me a chance to talk." He plead, She turned her face away, her jaw clenched. his eyes sparkling. "Please, make me breakfast."
Sofia turned to him quickly, her eyes widening in surprise. Troy, who was watching, tried to control his laughter.
"You what?" she asked, her voice incredulous.
"I want you to prepare breakfast for me. You promised me that I would taste your meal first once you learn how to cook."
"Excuse me! Do I look like a maid to you? If you are so hungry, why not ask your cook to make breakfast for you?"She asked rudely.
"I want to eat yours. You promised, and you must fulfill your promise."His face turned smug, his eyes glinting. He turned to the door and locked it, taking the keys. "You won't be leaving this house until you prepare the meal. Besides, you are still in my clothes, yours is in the laundry room, and it will take hours to dry up." He smirked, and Sofia stared hard at him, her eyes narrowing.
"Is that a threat?" she asked, her voice cold.
He leaned his face closer to hers, a smile playing on his lips. "It's the only way I can get hold of you." He quickly pecked her lips and then moved to join Troy in the dining table. She sighed, trying to control her anger.
Troy's eyes sparkled with amusement as he teased Shawn. "Is that how you apologize for being wrong?"
"I know she's not going to accept me easily. I'll keep pushing her to the wall until she gives in,"His face turned sheepish.
"Just say sorry instead."
He sighed, standing up. "I will." He left to meet Sofia in the kitchen, his eyes softening as he watched her move around the kitchen, his clothes still on her.
His eyes locked on Sofia's as he asked, "You need help?" She ignored him, focusing on chopping the vegetables. His gaze lingered on her skilled hands, and he smiled. He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Sofia flinched at his touch, her body stiffening.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tight.
"Keeping you company," He replied, his face brushing against hers.
"I don't need your company." She tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he held her firm. "Let go, Shawn."
"I won't," He said, his arms tightening around her. "I'm sorry, I promise I won't push you away again. Give me another chance." His lips started placing soft, gentle kisses around her neck. Her eyes closed, her body trembling as she tried to control herself.
"Shawn, stop," she whispered, but Shawn refused, his kisses growing more insistent.
He turned her to face him, lifting her onto the kitchen counter. The chopped vegetables scattered aside as His hands grasped her hips.
"Let me make it up to you," He said, his eyes locking onto hers. Before She could respond, His lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was soft, yet intense, and Sofia's willpower began to crumble.
Her lips trembled beneath Shawn's, but she refused to give in. His tongue teased her lips, coaxing her to open up, but Her jaw remained clenched.
His hands roamed her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Sofia's resolve weakened, her lips parting slightly as his kiss deepened.
The tension between them was Visible, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Shawn's kiss was a plea for forgiveness, a promise to make things right.
Her body responded, her heart racing as she fought to maintain control. But his kiss was relentless, wearing her down with each passing moment.
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