Mafia Desire (Erotica) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17
I felt a weight lift from my chest as I realized he was okay and safe.

"Omg, where have you been...your mom and Dalia were worried." I said

Andrew turned around and looked me in the eyes with his mesmerizing green eyes. His deep green eyes, muscular physique, and unkempt hair.

"Thank God, he wasn't hurt."

I was furious after experiencing a sudden surge of rage. How could he leave his family for two weeks and then walk right back in?

"Andrew, where have you been?" I asked

"Why should you care?" He responded

"You didn't answer my question, you abandoned your family, you didn't even call Dalia." "What the hell happened?" I said, raising my voice just loud enough for him to hear me but not loud enough to wake Dalia.

"It's none of your business where I am or what I do; you work for my mother." You don't have to be concerned about me or what I do. And please don't yell at me." He spit back at her.

"What does it matter to me?" Andrew, you're so funny." I said this as I approached him.

"Ava, don't tempt me." He warned.

At this point, I didn't care because he had left without telling anyone. He simply decided to return after abandoning Dalia, the one person who loved him. He was selfish, and I couldn't stand it any longer.

"You walked away. Do you understand, you left Andrew. Dalia has been asking about you every day, and you have never sent her or your mother anything. They had no idea if you were safe or not. And now you've decided to grace us with your presence? I don't think so." I hissed loudly.

"For God's sake, I left to calm myself down." I left so I wouldn't have to see you every day. I left so I didn't have to scream at you every day." He stated

He left because of me? I wondered

"Don't you dare turn this against me; I'd rather have you scream at me every day, if not every hour, if it means you're here for Dalia." She adores you, Andrew, and for what?" I grumbled.

I began to walk towards the front door because I was so angry that he left for him and then tried to blame his leaving on me. He attempted to pin Dalia's sadness on me. I remembered the letters as I opened the door.

"Oh, and before you make her seem worse, you've been writing her letters every other day. You've traveled to places like China, Thailand, Florida, and France." As I stormed out of the house, I said.

I heard the door open behind me and hoped it wasn't Andrew.

"Ava, come here." Andrew ordered

I didn't have the energy to argue with him, so I walked over to where he was standing.

"What do you mean by "letters?" he inquired.

I exhaled a sigh. "On the second day, Dalia became concerned that you had forgotten about her, and she began crying, believing that you no longer loved her. I informed her that you had sent her a letter, which had simply gone missing. She trusted me, so I began writing her letters every other day. I pretended to be you." I answered looking at my shoes.

"I'm sorry; please do not be offended." I just didn't want her to be depressed." I tried not to meet his gaze.

"I'm not angry, just surprised." Andrew stated

"Why are you surprised?" I asked, choosing to meet his gaze.

When I looked up, I saw his eyes, which were filled with regret rather than anger.

"I didn't think you were that concerned about her..." He responded

"About who? I inquired.

"Dalia," he said.

"Is that why you despise me?" I asked, hoping he'd say "yes" so we could get past him invading my personal space and calling me a "whore."

He did not respond.

"Look, I really care about Dalia, and no matter how much you despise me, she makes it all worthwhile." So, if you want to continue to insult and judge me whenever you want, I don't care. Good night." I said this as I walked away from him.

I couldn't get past Andrew's bewilderment as I walked home. I knew I could count on him to yell and hate me before he left, but now I'm not sure what to expect. But there was one thing I was relieved about: I knew Andrew Jayson wasn't all bad.

Ava's POV

It was Friday, and I had never been less eager to get to work. I didn't want to face Andrew because he was confusing and seemed to be the only thing on my mind. I wished he'd just start screaming at me again so I could convince myself that I despise him.

As my alarm clock continued to ring, I made the decision to get out of bed and go to work. I rolled out of bed, entered my bathroom, and turned on the water, waiting for it to become scorching hot.