Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband Chapter 272 Overwhelming Morning

Claire woke up to the sound of Adam's phone ringing early in the morning. Her body felt tired, a sweet ache lingering as a reminder of their passionate lovemaking the night before. She smiled to herself, realizing she was lying in Adam's bed, her head resting on his bare chest. He was still sound asleep, looking so calm and relaxed-something she rarely saw.

In all her years working for Adam Whitmore, she had never known him to share his bed with anyone, let alone allow them to stay the night in his private space. Adam was notoriously private and fiercely protective of his personal boundaries.

She knew about his casual flings as his PR manager, and while she understood this encounter might mean nothing to him. It was just another fleeting moment in his carefully controlled life.

But for her, that night was a memory she knew she would cherish for a lifetime. Sighing softly, she stole another glance at his handsome face, tempted to lean in and kiss him good morning. Yet, she reminded herself-he was out of her league. She couldn't hope for more than what she'd already had.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Carefully, Claire sat up, trying not to disturb his sleep. Adam seemed so deeply asleep that even the persistent ringing of his phone didn't stir him. Curious, she glanced at the screen and saw the name Mia, Adam's first love.

A pang of reality hit her, pulling her back to the ground. Torn, she hesitated. Should she answer the call on his behalf or silence it? After a moment, she decided it wasn't her place it was his personal matter. She wasn't his real wife, after all, and there was nothing in their contract that gave her the right to intervene in his private life. So she let the phone kept ringing.

Claire glanced at herself, realizing she was still completely naked-and so was Adam. They had fallen asleep in each other's arms after losing count of how many times they'd had that passionate sex the night before. A blush crept across her cheeks as she recalled how her contract husband had been so possessive, unable to get enough of her, refusing to stop or even pull out of her. Not only he had made her cum in ways she never thought possible, leaving, but he also relesed his hot seeds inside her so many times that she could still feel her thighs stcicky and the lingering wetness between her legs while her pussy was still, slick and throbbing, feeling like his monstrous dick was still inside it.

She bit her lips, averting her eyes form her husabnd's hot body, and shifting them to the room. She found her torn designer dress crumpled on the floor. She winced, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. She quietly got out of bed. The moment her feet hit the floor, a soft moan escaped her lips as her legs wobbled, nearly giving out beneath her. The ache between her thighs was a fresh, unignorable reminder of the night before.

He was big-no, huge. The thought made her face heat up again, and she shook her head, trying to focus. Mustering all her strength, Claire gathered her torn clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom, stumbling slightly as she moved toward the living room where she had been staying during their trip.

Once there, she picked out a pair of denim shorts and a white top from her suitcase. According to their original plan, they were scheduled to check out of the suite today, as Adam had a movie shoot lined up for the evening.

Each step was a challenge, her sore muscles protesting with every move. She winced, muttering curses under her breath and blaming Adam entirely for her current state. With bedroom skills like his, it was no wonder he was so popular with women.

The persistent ringing of his phone finally pushed Adam to his limit. Half-asleep and irritated, he considered throwing it against the wall to silence it for good. But as he groaned and frowned, reluctantly picking up the device, his mood shifted when he saw the name on the screen: Mia.

Clearing his throat, he answered in a throaty, sleep-laden voice. "Good morning, Mia."

"Adam, are you okay? You left without informing anyone and didn't pick up my calls. I was so worried," Mia said, her voice rapid with concern.

Adam cursed under his breath. He

had been so frustrated last night after seeing Claire with her boyfriend that he had completely forgotten about Mia's vow renewal ceremony and left her without any explanation. But in that moment, nothing bad seemed more important than Claire. The thought startled him and he rubbed his forehead in frustration before answering.

"Mia, Claire and I were just really tired, so we went to our room early. I didn't notice your calls; my phone was on silent," he explained, hoping Mia would buy the excuse.

“Ah, that's fine. Take care, and let me know if you need anything," Mia replied.

"Thanks, Mia. Are you guys leaving for your honeymoon today?" Adam asked, recalling Alessandro and Matteo's conversation about their honeymoon plans during Matteo's bachelor party.

"Yes, we are on our way to the airport," Mia whispered, and Adam could hear the shyness in her voice. "Emily and Matteo are heading to Mauritius for their honeymoon, while Alessandro and I are going to Switzerland. The kids are coming with us." Adam chuckled, shaking his head. Only Mia would take kids on her honeymoon.

"Have fun, okay?!" he said, before they exchanged their goodbyes.

Once the call ended, Adam looked around the room for Claire, but she was nowhere to be found. He stood up, grabbed his boxers from the floor, and slipped them on. He made his way to the ensuite bathroom, but she wasn't there either.

Adam furrowed his brow in

confusion, standing in the middle of

the room, his hands resting on his hips as he tried to piece together what had happened. After a moment of contemplation, he stormed out of the room and into the living area. That's when he found Claire, stepping out of the guest bathroom with her hair damp from a shower.

Claire was taken aback to see Adam standing there in nothing but his boxers, but she quickly composed herself and offered him a soft smile.

"Good morning. You aren't ready yet?!" she asked, not meeting his gaze as she grabbed her hair brush and makeup kit. "We have to check out on time. I checked with the pilot, and your private jet is ready. So hurry up if you don't want to miss your evening shoot," she reminded him, heading back into the bathroom.

Adam stood there, confused and uncertain about what had happened to his wife this morning. Last night, everything had seemed fine. He lingered in the living area, waiting for Claire to come out of the bathroom, but she didn't.

His nostrils flared as frustration

began to build inside him. He

wanted to go into the bathroom, confront her about her sudden indifference, demand an

explanation. But he held back,

fighting the urge to let his angel

o scare her

control. He didn't want to scare her off with his intensity and intimidating behavior. Maybe she just needed some time. And perhaps, once they got back home, things would return to normal.