Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 127

Sofia’s POV

Ryan breathed out with a tilt of his head and I stared at him for a few seconds more, before leaning

back on my spot on the couch and nodding my head once at him, and then I watched as he shifted a

little on his feet, right before he turned around and started to make his way out the sitting room through

the opened doorway.

I puffed out a breath as soon as his built has disappeared from the doorway and out of sight, right

before I proceeded to lean back against the backrest of the couch which I was currently sitting on.

I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out after a moment, moving my fingers ever so lightly against

my thighs and feeling the smooth surface of the pop socks which I had worn beneath the small skirt

which I had on at the moment, and liking how it was feeling almost ticklish against my fingertips.

I huffed out another deep breath, my body moving against the back rest of the couch right before I

threw my head against the top of the back rest of the couch, allowing my eyes to slide close after a few

moments, Just as I started to drag in deep breaths into my lungs continuously, without stopping until it

felt like my lungs were about to burst, and then I puffed out the breath which I had held captive in my

lungs, on a slow and smooth sigh, the breath whooshing out of my lungs in the next second past my

parted lips and my nostrils.

When I had made my way into the sitting room, about an hour ago or so, never in my wildest

imagination, did I try to imagine up there fact that Ryan and I are going to end up communicating more

than we’ve ever done, even though Someone’s going to want to add all the times which we’ve both

talked to each other, and place their result beside the conversation which we had today, right here in

the sitting room, some minutes ago — then I was most definitely sure that this particular moment which

we’ve both talked, was going to be way higher, compared to the amount of times which we’ve both

talked together.

I dragged in a deep breath and pushed myself into a sitting position, getting even straighter in my

current position on the couch, my fingers moving upwards to brush my whisps or hair off my face, to

hang them at the back of my ears all at once.

I moved my legs out of my body on the couch and carefully shuffled on the couch a little before moving

towards the edge of the couch and allowing my legs to slowly hang off the couch, until they were

touching the floor ever so slightly.

The fact that my legs had started to grow numb beneath my weight for a long time had been known to

me for a really long while, but I had ignored it almost immediately, because it had felt so comfortable for

me to be able to sit in that kind of posture and to be able to fold into myself without even being able to

take up all the space on the couch. My legs had started to get sore along the line, which was why I had

been moving around on tne cough over and over again, in order to get the discomfort out of my legs,

and also in order to lessen the amount of discomfort which I had started to feel from both legs.

I stretched my legs out before me and tap my legs against the floor, feeling how my legs, which were

covered with a pair of pop socks, started to move around against the tiled floor, and it felt almost

slippery against my feet.

I liked that feeling.

I said to myself as soon as I had my feet against tne floor and liked how it had felt against my feet, the

fact that my feet were currently covered in pop socks mace the whole feeling more intense than it

would have been, if I wasn’t currently wearing those pair of dark colored pop socks.

I leaned down over the couch and started to massage my thighs a little, pressuring my thumbs against

the dudes of my legs and bringing tne back of my palms against the back of my lower legs, liking now it

felt for my legs and how the discomfort which I had still been feeling in like a moment ago, had slowly

vanished before I could even blink.

I sat up after a while and stretched my legs out before me, hearing how the legs muscles popped a little

as it got stretched out, and that was that.

I leaned towards the side of the couch which I was sitting on, reached for my phone which was placed © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

on top of the side table and picked it up almost immediately, thumbing it instantly and checking what

the time said in the next second. It was some minutes past six p.m in the evening and I groaned a little

at that, not liking how it was obvious that a lot of time had gone by before I even knew what was

happening.

Which only meant one thing, it meant that I had spent over an hour just talking to Ryan.

My gosh, I had no idea that much time had been able to fly past, without me even realizing.

Now that I was starting to think about it, maybe we did spend so much time together, more than I even

expected… and most importantly, more time than I’d ever imagined or expected him to ever want to

spend with me.

I moved a little on the couch and kicked my legs out before me, groaning a little and moving my neck

around, feeling the sides of my neck starting to hurt a little, it was like a low throb at the sides of my

neck.

My mind suddenly started to move and travel around at that very moment, although this time, it didn’t

bother traveling far since what it wanted to bring to my notice hadn’t happened far back, and had

instead, only taken place some time ago.

I allowed my eyes to slid shut as I leaned my head against the back rest of the couch, the particular

moment whereby Ryan and I had started to bicker when I least expected it, popping up into my head

and taking over the whole space almost immediately, pushing other thoughts out of the spots which

they were all preached on, in the next instant.

It felt really good, really really good.

The fact that I usually bicker with my younger brother back at home once in a while except those

playful arguments which we get into like at least once a day, and I had been completely in love with

those kind of stuffs, it was something I even looked forward to, when I was still back at home, whereby

I didn’t really have a lot of things to worry about.

Life still felt somewhat better back then, compared to now.

Because right now? Life just felt so tiring and strenuous as hell.

I took in a deep breath and puffed it out of my lungs in the next second, moving my fingers up my

thighs and placing them against my stomach, the part shift was a little bit exposed by the ash colored

crop top which I had on, the upper part of the skirt which I had on, was clinging to the lower part of my

stomach, along with the top of my hips in a really good and firm way.

I could remember when I had wanted Ryan and I to continue the conversation, beverages it had been

so good and had just seem to be flowing at a certain point, and how he had suddenly brought up the

fact thst it could be a bad thing for us to have spent so much time together today, and thst was after he

had started to list the reasons which made him really hard to talk to immediately after I had gotten

married to Luca, and also why each time I tried to start a conversation with him, how he barely replied

my questions except to give a dry and tiny one worded reply, couple with the fact that he was always in

a haste to leave my presence. It was because it had been a rule, which Luca hadn’t thankfully given to

him one on one, and how it wasn’t advisable for the both of us to spend a lot of time together.

And we hadn’t even been doing anything together, except to talk.

But then, must everything be freaking hard here in the Mafia? My gosh, it really was tiring and is even

getting more and more tiring, as the days go by.

I pushed my back away from the backrest of the couch and slightly tilted my body towards the side of

the couch where the side table was located, and then I stretched my hands above it to place my phone

back on the spot which I had picked it up from, moments ago. My fingers slightly brushed against a dry

surface and it rustled against my finger tips almost immediately, I craned my head around and leaned

my head towards the side of the couch to peak over it, and my eyes landed on what my fingertips had

managed to brush against. It had turn out to be the material of the bag of chops which I had gotten

from a cool part or the frozen room and had started to fill my stomach up with, right there in the kitchen,

as I started to make my way towards the sitting room– and then I had forgotten about it, until this very

moment, unfortunately.

I picked the chips up and dragged it over to place it on my thighs, and then I slipped my finger ijt the

bag of the chips in order to get the tip of the bag which had been left open throughout all these while,

and moved my fingers deeper inside of the bag of chips, until my finger touched a piece of chips. I

slipped in my second finger to join the first one in the bag, and then I started to use it to pick up the

piece of chips and tug it out of the bag. I stared at it wearily as I turned it around from front to back and

then from both sides, and then I placed the piece of chips against my lips and pushed it in, in the next

second.

I chewed on it and grimaced immediately, feeling how my tongue literally rejected the taste of

something which it had loved a lot, a couple of hours before this very moment. I tried to manage it and

force myself to eat it, then perhaps I could eat more, in order to get something more into my stomach,

because the bag of chips was still looking like I had barely eaten a quarter of it, which is really bad of

me.

But then, I couldn’t even manage to swallow the content in my mouth because breeze had gotten into

the bag of chips way too much, and it mad managed it soften the pieces of chips which had been in the

bag which had been left open on the table which was at the side or the couch which I was currently

sitting on, by no other person then myself.