Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia novel Chapter 46

"Hey, hubby. Dinner's ready. When will you be home?" I pressed send and anxiously awaited his response.

A few moments later, my phone buzzed, and I eagerly unlocked it to read Alex's reply. "Still stuck at the office. Give me an hour, and I'll be there. Sorry, love." I couldn't help but sigh, a mix of disappointment and understanding. It seemed like the demands of his work were never-ending.

With a heavy heart, I placed the plates of steaming spaghetti in the microwave to keep them warm. The television became my temporary distraction as I aimlessly flicked through the channels, searching for something to capture my attention. But my mind remained fixated on Alex's delayed arrival.

Exactly an hour later, the sound of the front door creaking open broke through the silence, causing me to leap to my feet. In a flurry of anticipation, I switched off the TV and hurried to the entryway, catching sight of Alex as he stepped through the doorway. His eyes sparkled with exhaustion, but his face brightened at the sight of me.

I couldn't resist the urge to wrap my arms around him, embracing him tightly. Taking his bag and jacket, I flashed a warm smile. "Hey, princess!" Alex's voice was a soft murmur as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

"Hi! Okay. Go and freshen up soon. I am warming up dinner," I said, my voice gentle yet urging. I wanted him to relax and unwind after a long day.

"You don't have to wait for me, sweetheart," Alex spoke, his gaze locking with mine. Concern laced his words, a testament to his caring nature.

"I know, Alex, but I like to wait for you," I replied, a hint of affection in my voice. "Now go and hurry up." Playfully, I nudged him toward the bedroom, silently encouraging him to take a much-needed break.

After a short while, Alex emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a comfortable v-neck T-shirt and track pants. My eyes lingered on him appreciatively, captivated by his casual allure. A pang of hunger mixed with desire coursed through me, causing me to mentally shake myself. I had to focus on the task at hand-dinner.

I skillfully placed the plates of spaghetti on the table, their savory aroma intensifying as the steam rose into the air. Alex reached into the fridge, extracting two cold beers. With a smile, he handed one to me, the coolness of the bottle contrasting with the warmth of his touch.

"Why?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. I hadn't expected such a curt response from him.

"No, Sarah. I know what happens at those get-togethers, and I won't allow you to go," Alex said with authority.

"What... What do you mean?" My temper started to rise. I didn't appreciate anyone trying to control my life.

"I mean, I don't want you to get drunk when I'm not around," Alex said, his expression turning cold. He was being over-possessive, and it bothered me.