MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 175: | Am Okay With Text Messages

Chapter 175: 1 Am Okay With Text Messages Angelia

These past years, while I lived in the city, | hadn't been the social type, rarely went out with friends, and | hadn't

dated. In a few weeks, my men and Andy had shownhow good it was to have someone to spend twith,

to create new memories with and to have someone by my side. It was only when it was taken away that |

realized the lonesfeeling was something new. | had just lived with it for so long that | had become

desensitized to it, but now, | was stronger than ever because | was no longer used to the feeling. | got into bed,

feeling a little safer, knowing anyone trying to break inside would have a difficult time. If something managed to

break in, the sensor would alertof it. But while | felt safer, | was also stressed because tomorrow, | would go

back to school and it also happened that one of my lectures was Marshall's.

| woke up the next morning to two new notifications on my phone. A sleepy smile appeared on my lips when |

saw one of the texts was from Marshall and the other was from Kingston. For the moment, my mind was sluggish

and all the horrible shit that had happened, and the situation | was in. Were blissfully far from my mind.

Good morning, baby girl. | know you have asked us for space, but we hope we don't step.over any boundaries by

texting you. | just wanted to wish you a good morning and | hope you will join my class today. Don't hesitate to

ask if you have any questions about the material. | am at your disposal. And if you are afraid that you are getting

special treatment, know that | will treat you in the smanner as any other students regarding anything

school-related.

His text lifted sof the loneliness | had been feeling. As | read it, | couldn't understand how calm he seemed

at the thought ofbeing his student, especially when | knew he held his job close to his heart. But no matter

how, of it all, | was happy it hadn't ruined us. No, because I ruined it, my traitorous mind reminded me. | forced it

to shut up, letting myself bask for a few minutes in the sweet message | had gotten from Marshall. It was almost

strange how well he had gotten to know me, because | was afraid | would get special treatment, | didn't want to

feel like my grades weren't earned. It was great that he reassuredthat he provided the sfor my

classmates.

‘Good morning, | am okay with texts. That was very sweet of you, thank you. | appreciate it."

| texted back, hoping texting was actually okay. However, how would he ever find out about it? It should be fine

as long as | keep my distance from them. Next, | clicked on Kingston's text. Hopefully, he didn't mention

anything about what happened yesterday. | didn't need the reminder because then, | would be tortured by what

we could have had if it weren't for our break.

"Tellwhen you are awake."

| raised my eyebrows, that was the only thing his message said. A laugh escapedas | re-read his message.

Text from him could go one or two ways. They could either be long and sweet or they could be short and

demanding. There was no in-between. 'l am awake now. Good morning to you too."

| hit send, shaking my head at his bossiness even after we had taken a break. | got a text back a second later,

leavingto believe he had been waiting forto text back. 'Good morning, someone will be at your door in

fifteen minutes with breakfast. | wanted to make you something myself but it would have gotten cold on the

drive from my place.’

| gaped, even as my heart bounced happily in my chest, | liked seeing this side of him, the romantic side. It was

a rare sight, which madeappreciate it even more.

'It is the thought that counts. Thank you."

| added a couple of smiley faces, my thumb hesitated on the heart emo, but | decided that would have been too

much. | didn't want to

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confuse them with my actions, felling them | wanted space, but then sending heart emojis. And yes, my

generation used those all the time, but | had to remember my en were older thanand weren't as used to

emojis as | was. He could have correctly assumed it meant something more than just a text symbol. While |

waited for the thoughtful delivery, | got ready for school. Because | had only been to the first day of school last

week, | was still rocking the first-day jitters. It didn't help that one of my former...| prayed that he would be my

future dominant, my professor. It eased sof the stress knowing wouldn't get any special treatment and that

he seemed okay with our situation. But the thought of seeing him, being so close to him was tortuous.

As | dressed, | scrolled through the social media of one of my suspects, trying to glean whatever information |

could. | looked at their pictures, date of posting, their geotag, captions, anything that could helpand | came

up with nada. When my intefinally rang, | practically ran for it and then ran downstairs, excited to see what

Kingston had bought me. It had been a while since | had any appetite, but him thinking of me, taking care of me

made the food more appealing. The consideration behind it warmed my heart enough to settle my nerves, which

made my appetite soar.

The young delivery woman held a sizable box and the scent of bacon and what smelled like freshly baked bread

saturated the air, my mouth was watering from it. | noticed the nstamped on the box cfrom a popular

bakery slash cafe in the nicer part of the city. In her other hand was a cup with a lid that smelled like coffee.

When | went to tip her, she shook her head.

"It has already been covered."

A smile broke out, and | thanked her before hurrying back inside, ready to dig in. | freaking gasped when | got a

look inside the box. It had a whole array of food and a generous slice of chocolate cake. It was a luxury breakfast

spread and while that was all good, knowing he had ordered it made it that much sweeter. As opposed to

yesterday, this was a lovely start to the day. For just a while, my worries weren't as present, and | had actually

gotten to sleep last night. | felt more secure in my apartment and just the simple thought of returning to the

routine | had before summer, before all of this happened, had a calming effect. | could almost pretend everything

was back to normal. After | had inhaled the food and drank the coffee, | sent Kingston another thank you text,

telling him it had been delicious. | had wanted to add that it couldn't compare to his, but | didn't want to send

out the wrong signals.

'l figured chocolate cake was a safe bet. | know shave those cravings when they are on their period.’ He

texted back, makingblush at the subtle reminder of why he had known | was on my period.

With the text givingan energy boost, | gathered the last thing | would need for school. My phone went into

my pocket and | carried my keychain with all the self-defense items attached to it. | figured I could just put it in

my bag at the bus stop. Lastly, | double-checked that the cameras | had set up were still connected to my phone

through an app. So | could watch my apartment whenever | felt antsy.

The trip to the university was uneventful but as | neared the entrance of the school, | tensed up. Professor Gilbert

was standing just off the side of the door and | knew | couldn't get past him without him noticing. He was a

former professor of mine, ever since | had run into him before his first class at my previous favorite café shop. He

had shown a weird interest in me. When | had attended his classes, | had always tried to be as unnoticeable as

possible, but he would have his attention directed at me, nevertheless. His gaze was unnerving, makingfeel

like | was in a state undressed when | was fully clothed and covered. His bald head gleamed in the daylight, and

he used his beer gut as a table to rest his hand while holding his coffee mug which appeared to be from my

former favorite coffee shop. 'For the fuck sake.’ | inwardly cursed when his eyes zeroed in on me.