Accidentally Slept With The Young Mafia Boss (Vincent & Helen) Book PDF Free

But inside, she was drowning. She hated him for it. She hated herself for letting him get under her skin. And worst of all, she hated how much she didn’t hate it at all. And, Without warning, her mouth betrayed her hesitation as she asked, “Vincent Moretti, do you love me?” “Vincent Moretti, do you…

He set the bag down in front of her and casually sank back into his seat, as if he had just brought groceries rather than hijacked her life. Helen blinked to see the bag. For a moment, she just stared, too caught up in the whirlwind of the past few hours to process something so…

Oliver tilted his head, studying her like he could read her secrets. That sharp little gaze made her nervous, so she quickly ruffled his hair. “Do you want a cookie or go to your room for a rest?” Helen asked, hoping food would work its magic. “Remember what the doctor said? Your wound’s still healing,…

But this time, she couldn’t avoid it any longer. After finishing her phone conversation with Vincent, her fatigue and drowsiness suddenly vanished, as if they had never been there. Her body still felt heavy from the several sleepless nights that had passed, but her mind was alert, buzzing, and restless. Despite the sleepless nights, she…

“No, sweetheart,” Helen answered quickly, reaching out to hold his chubby little hand. She patted it gently, her eyes softening as she gazed into his slightly trembling ones. “Of course, your daddy wants us. But… there’s a misunderstanding between Mommy and Daddy.” “Misunderstanding?” Oliver asked, tilting his head. His little brow furrowed, sharp and curious….

“Thank you…” he said and walked as if he lived there. It caused Helen to sigh deeply as she closed the door behind her. Vincent didn’t sit down; he placed the paper bag on the coffee table. Then, stood in the middle of the living room, his tall frame filling the cramped space as his…

Her eyes stayed fixed on him. ‘Does he even own pajamas? Or does he just sleep in that?’ She wonders. His eyes caught hers, and the corner of his mouth lifted just slightly. “Good morning, Helen.” The way he said her name, low and smooth enough to send a ripple of something down her spine,…

Seeing the sadness flicker across Helen’s face, Vincent’s chest tightened with guilt. He hadn’t meant to sound like he was criticizing her. He just wasn’t used to this. “I’m sorry, Helen…” he said gently when she served him the espresso. When her eyes meet his, he continues, “You’re right, he needs to learn discipline from…

No such luck. Vincent finally shifted his eyes to Dylan. The poor man instantly stiffened like a soldier caught in the wrong trench. “B-Boss…” he stammered, his voice cracking. Then he turned his gaze to Helen. He smiled to break the awkwardness, “La-Lady Boss…” Helen’s eyebrows rose. Gradually, almost dramatically, she turned her head toward…

Of course it didn’t. Shaking her head, Helen stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut with a soft hiss. But her mind was anything but calm. It was haunted by Vincent’s words, his dominance, his certainty. She hated how easily he could reshape her world, how effortlessly he linked her life to his. ……