Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

et Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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Emily's head felt heavy and throbbing as she woke from a deep slumber. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt heavier than ever. Confusion clouded her mind-why was she feeling like this? Then, in a sudden flash, she remembered last night's meeting with Jac-min, and her head started spinning. She couldn't recall what happened after that.

As she tried to sit up, her throat dry, she froze. She wasn't lying on a pillow-she was lying on someone's arm. Her eyes fluttered open, and in an instant, the haziness vanished, replaced by pure shock. A muscular arm was draped over her, holding her possessively, as if this person never wanted her to leave.

Panic surged through Emily as she realized she was sharing a bed with a man. Without thinking, she shoved the arm off her, forgetting she was already lying on the edge of the bed. One sudden roll, and she tumbled to the floor with a loud thud. Pain shot through her back, and she couldn't stop a groan from escaping her lips.

"Baby?!" Matteo's sleepy, raspy voice cut through the room as he sat up quickly, his icy blue eyes clouded with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his gaze locked on her like she was the most important person in the world.

Emily swallowed hard, her eyes drifting over him. His broad chest was bare, and the lower half of his body was barely concealed by a thin bed sheet-not nearly thick enough to hide the obvious bulge of his morning wood, which made a tent beneath the fabric. Emily's eyes widened in shock as she realized the notorious playboy attorney was in bed with her. Oh God... Her heart sank as the doomed realization hit her. He must've taken advantage of her while she was drunk, and she couldn't remember a damn thing about what had happened.

"What... what are you doing in my bed?" Emily's voice was accusing, her wide eyes filled with shock, making Matteo frown.

"You don't remember anything?" he muttered faintly to himself, cocking his head as he studied the shocked and terrified woman still lying on the floor.

"I was d...drunk, and... and you knew it, you jerk!" she stammered, her anger flaring. "Yet you still... you took advantage of me."

Matteo couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and disappointment. She still thought so little of him. The bold, feisty woman from last night had vanished, replaced by this nervous, trembling kitten-and somehow, that intrigued him even more.

Instead of clearing her misunderstanding, Matteo dodged her accusations and played it cool. "Mon amour, you'll catch a cold. Come up," he said casually as he stood, throwing his feet off the bed and securing the bedsheet around his waist. Emily's panic only grew as her eyes shifted down to her own body. She gasped, realizing she wasn't wearing her clothes from last night. Instead, a bathrobe was loosely wrapped around her, and the realization hit her hard.

Matteo walked over and squatted beside her, extending his hand to help her up. Emily panicked, scooting away from him.

"D-Don't come near me," she stammered, her voice trembling with anxiety. Her eyes, wide with fear, looked at him like a scared deer caught in headlights.

Chapter 215 A Bad Plan

Matteo sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Why so shy this morning when we already became one last night? God, belle, you looked so sexy. I couldn't get enough of you, mon ange," he teased, his voice low and husky. "Stop it!" Emily shouted, covering her ears, her voice trembling with frustration. "I'll sue you for this!"

"Okay, baby. As you wish," Matteo smirked, reaching out to touch her face, but Emily quickly pulled back, slapping his hand away. Matteo chuckled, clearly amused. "I'll even fight your case for free. You made me so happy last night."

Emily's shock deepened. She couldn't believe she had slept with the most notorious playboy. Anger and disappointment surged through her, consuming her entirely.

"You... you pervert, jerk, asshole!" Emily cried, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

The moment Matteo saw Emily's eyes glistening with tears, he knew he had screwed up. He had been enjoying teasing her and hiding the truth, planning to keep it up a little longer before revealing what had actually happened last night. But his plan had taken a toll on him.