Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

“Hey, hubby. Dinner’s ready. When will you be home?” I pressed send and anxiously awaited his response.

A few moments later, my phone buzzed, and I eagerly unlocked it to read Alex’s reply. “Still stuck at the office. Give me an hour, and I’ll be there. Sorry, love.” I couldn’t help but sigh, a mix of disappointment and understanding. It seemed like the demands of his work were never-ending.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

With a heavy heart, I placed the plates of steaming spaghetti in the microwave to keep them warm. The television became my temporary distraction as I aimlessly flicked through the channels, searching for something to capture my attention. But my mind remained fixated on Alex’s delayed arrival.

Exactly an hour later, the sound of the front door creaking open broke through the silence, causing me to leap to my feet. In a flurry of anticipation, I switched off the TV and hurried to the entryway, catching sight of Alex as he stepped through the doorway. His eyes sparkled with exhaustion, but his face brightened at the sight of me.

I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my arms around him, embracing him tightly. Taking his bag and jacket, I flashed a warm smile. “Hey, princess!” Alex’s voice was a soft murmur as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

“Hi! Okay. Go and freshen up soon. I am warming up dinner,” I said, my voice gentle yet urging. I wanted him to relax and unwind after a long day.

“You don’t have to wait for me, sweetheart,” Alex spoke, his gaze locking with mine. Concern laced his words, a testament to his caring nature.

“I know, Alex, but I like to wait for you,” I replied, a hint of affection in my voice. “Now go and hurry up.” Playfully, I nudged him toward the bedroom, silently encouraging him to take a much-needed break.

After a short while, Alex emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a comfortable v-neck T-shirt and track pants. My eyes lingered on him appreciatively, captivated by his casual allure. A pang of hunger mixed with desire coursed through me, causing me to mentally shake myself. I had to focus on the task at hand-dinner.

I skillfully placed the plates of spaghetti on the table, their savory aroma intensifying as the steam rose into the air. Alex reached into the fridge, extracting two cold beers. With a smile, he handed one to me, the coolness of the bottle contrasting with the warmth of his touch.

As we sat down to eat, the clinking of our forks against the plates mingled with the soft murmurs of appreciation. Mouthfuls of the delectable pasta elicited pleasurable moans from Alex’s lips. “Ummmm, it’s yum. You make the best spaghetti in the whole world,” he praised, chewing slowly to savor the flavors.

A mischievous twinkle glinted in my eyes as I raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Really? It’s my mom’s recipe,” I confessed, delighting in his enjoyment.

Alex, still chewing, took my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on it. His eyes locked with mine, filled with adoration. “That’s really delicious, Sarah. Tell your mom she’s a culinary genius,” he said, a warm smile gracing his face.

His affectionate gesture made me giggle, my heart swelling with affection. “I will convey your compliments,” I replied, my voice filled with mirth.

“Alex, my school friends are having a get-together this weekend. Everyone from my batch is going to the party, and I really want to go and meet them,” I started.

Alex shifted his full attention from his food to me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. “No,” he refused sternly, and I was shocked to hear him say that.

“Why?” I asked, confusion evident in my voice. I hadn’t expected such a curt response from him.

“No, Sarah. I know what happens at those get-togethers, and I won’t allow you to go,” Alex said with authority.

“What… What do you mean?” My temper started to rise. I didn’t appreciate anyone trying to control my life.

“I mean, I don’t want you to get drunk when I’m not around,” Alex said, his expression turning cold. He was being over-possessive, and it bothered me.