Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 60: Waking up in his bed

Chapter Sixty

As she slowly opened her eyes, the aroma of fried sausage and freshly made tea filled the air, making her stomach growl with hunger.

However, her appetite was quickly replaced by a burst of displeasure. She grumbled angrily, flinging an arm over her face to shut away the morning light that streamed through the window.

She despised being awakened by the smell of food. Why were the window curtains even opened? Since when did her nanny start to do these?

She attempted to sit up, but a pleasant ache rushed through the space between her thighs, making her wince. She was reminded where she was immediately and what was causing the ache. She didn’t go home last night.

She gently caressed the sore region while recalling the events of the previous night.

Just then, the door creaked open, and he entered with a tray balanced in his hands. "Breakfast is ready," he declared, his eyes crinkling at the corners and smiling.

She watched him suspiciously, her gaze shifting from the tray to his face. What was happening here?

They were both Mafia leaders, used to doing deadly and dangerous things. However, being served breakfast in bed was not it and certainly not him cooking breakfast was it either.

They had slept together, yeah, but she had not anticipated... this.

She raised an eyebrow, her demeanor suspicious. "You cooked?" she inquired, her voice tinged with surprise.

He placed the tray on the bedside table, his expression turning icy. "Considering last night, I figured you would be sore and could use a little... comfort," he remarked, his voice dripping with coldness.

His once- warm and laughing gaze had abruptly gone icy, penetrating her with distant intensity. Why was he putting her on a roller coaster? Feeling wanted at one point and not wanted the next minute?

She eyed the tray again, and her stomach growled louder at the sight of the food. She was sure he heard that so there was no point hiding her hunger.

Ahmet could cook. Could he get any hotter? No... she mind slapped herself. Which Mafia boss could cook? Was their time not devoted to training? Did he have so much time to idle around? No wonder he had time to blackmail her. She wasn’t surprised now that he could play games with her.

’games.’ this was probably what he wanted and she danced right into it. What was she thinking last night? Why didn’t she allow him to leave when he wanted to? Why didn’t she stop him when he undressed her?

This was wrong. She just slept with her enemy. Ahmet was likely videoing this. He was definitely going to blackmail her. If her father found out about this, he was going to kill her.

Why did it feel right last night but not this morning? Why did she think he was the person to do that with last night? To scare her the more, why did she want to own him last night?

Too many questions were going through her head. She wanted to scream. She wanted to punish herself but she knew that wouldn’t help this time around.

Because she wanted to do it again. He was handsome and he looked more handsome being topless. She was out of her mind.

She was throbbing and longing for him, unable to express the powerful hunger and passion that burned within her. Last night didn’t seem enough though she could swear he exhausted her through the night.

She clenched her thighs together and quivered with uncontrollable yearning. Why did he seem to know exactly how much to give her? Did he intentionally stop at the point where she would want him even in the next morning? Was he that wicked?

Oh this was bad. How was she going to face her father? How was she going to face her people?

She was going to hide it but how was she supposed to face everyone when she got home? Her real parents must be rolling under the ground by now. Even she would have killed anyone who slept with her enemy. Yet here she was.

Where was her phone? Her adoptive father must have called her. She wanted to search for her jacket but she was naked.

She held the cloth covering her tightly. She didn’t seem to mind that last night. So why was she trying to hide when he had seen and touched everything already?

The assassins who were not virgins were Virgins at some point, right? Did they leave the bed like they would’ve after killing someone?

Or were they trying to have the earth split so it would swallow them like she wanted it to happen at the moment?

Why was Ahmet not leaving? She questioned herself. Though she might have forgotten they were in his home.

"Your clothes are beside you. I folded them." He told her while pointing behind her.

He did? He could fold clothes too? Asli just realized she didn’t know how to domestically do anything to save even her life.

His face remained unreadable. What was going through his mind? Was he going to blackmail her?

What could he possibly want when he has already slept with her? Hopefully, he wasn’t going to call her again. She would find a way to satisfy herself.

She didn’t care. She was Asli! The mighty one. The only Boss, other bosses feared. Was it bad that she wanted to feel? Ughhhhh why was she coming to her senses after making the mistake?

"Don’t tell me you are looking for your jacket to tip me again?" His playful tone was back and she wondered where he was going with that but quickly remembered she had left some notes the first time he touched her... with his fingers.

"Well, you did not seem to appreciate the tip I left the last time so why even bother today?" She didn’t know if her tone was humourous or not.

"Well, you can pay me with another round." Why was his tone so cold?

It triggered her. "In your dreams. See, this is not going to happen again!" She let out and he shook his head, not believing her.

"Sure, if that’s what you say you want, we shall see about that." His voice was low and seductive. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"I don’t care what you think. This was all your fault anyway" she accused and again he remained calm.

"You have a thing for blaming everyone but yourself, don’t you?" His hands were in his pocket, so she couldn’t tell whether he clenched them or not.

"You know nothing about me. And I couldn’t care less what you thought of me!" She almost yelled.

"Hmm," his answer irritated her. "At least I know you never accept and own up to your mistakes."

How the hell was she turned on by him? How was he able to make her angry and turned on at the same time?

"I don’t know what you are talking about and though it may seem..." While she began to argue, he found himself distracted by the enticing curve of her lips.

"Do you know what I am thinking about? I am thinking about your pretty pink lips begging to be wrapped around my cock." he informed and she shot her head in his direction. He looked calm.

She almost choked on her saliva. Did she hear him right? How the hell did she like the sound of it? Or was it her mind telling her things or did she actually hear him say it?

Ahmet didn’t look like he had said anything dirty to her. He looked... like himself; gorgeous. If she imagined those words then there really was something wrong with her.

Uggghhhhhhh! Why did last night feel like she wasn’t going to regret it the next morning? But did she regret it though? Maybe she knew she wasn’t regretting it and that was what was scaring her the most.

"You need the password to leave this place. Until you eat, I’m not giving it to you." his tone was back to being serious.

What was his obsession with making sure she was fed? Did she look sick to him?

She opened her mouth to argue and he quickly cut her off. "You are exhausted, eat. After that, you are on your own. You want us to keep this casual, right?"

Why did the last one hurt even though she had told him it was not going to happen again?

"Calling it casual will mean we have something going on." Her tone was equally cold, masking how his words had hurt her a little bit and he nodded, matching her energy.

Where was the guy who once a while sounded like he cared? Was that all for a show? Why was he so inconsistent?

She asked for this, didn’t she? She better leave this place before she did anything stupid again like she did last night, stopping him from leaving or probably punching his perfect jawlines.

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Is Ahmet confusing you too? Or it’s just Asli... Thank you for reading, don’t forget to leave a comment.