Semua Bab THE MAFIA KING'S SECRET HEIR : Bab 11 - Bab 20

KAMARAH'S POV He noticed. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as we moved to the table. We sat across from each other, but the space between us felt electric. Every time our eyes met, the air grew thicker. I caught him staring at my mouth while I took a sip of wine. I looked away, cheeks warming, only to feel his gaze return seconds later.The food was exquisite — perfectly grilled sea bass with a light herb crust, buttered asparagus, and fragrant saffron rice. But I barely tasted it. My attention kept drifting to the way the candlelight played across his sharp jawline, the way his fingers wrapped around his wine glass.“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, his eyes flicking to my lips again before meeting mine. “Long day?”I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Just a lot on my mind.” I hesitated, then asked the question that had been burning since breakfast. “Zephyr… why are you doing all this? The breakfast, giving me space today, this rooftop dinner. I thought a man l

KAMARAH'S POV “Ready for another surprise?” he asked, taking my hand and pulling me close.I smiled up at him. “You’ve already given me a car today. What more could there possibly be?”His eyes sparkled with mischief as he kissed my temple. “You’ll see.”He drove us himself this time in one of his sleek black cars. When we arrived at one of the city’s most exclusive malls, the entire top floor had been cleared out just for us. Security stood discreetly at the entrances, and soft instrumental music played through the speakers as we walked hand-in-hand through designer boutiques that normally required appointments months in advance.Zephyr was enjoying himself way too much.He sat comfortably in the private dressing room lounge like a king on his throne, legs spread, watching me with dark, hungry eyes every time I stepped out of the fitting room.The first dress was a flowing midnight blue evening gown. I stepped out shyly, smoothing the fabric over my hips.Zephyr’s gaze slowly trave

KAMARAH'S POV The scent of vanilla and butter woke me up, warm and comforting. I blinked against the soft morning light streaming through the penthouse windows and found Zephyr already in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up on his black button-down, looking far too attractive for someone flipping pancakes at 8 a.m.He glanced over his shoulder, and the moment our eyes met, a real, unguarded smile spread across his face — the kind that made my stomach flutter and my heart ache at the same time.“Morning, siren,” he said, voice still rough with sleep. “Come help me before I burn these.”I padded over barefoot in his oversized t-shirt, the hem brushing my thighs. The shirt still smelled like him — dark, expensive, and entirely too comforting. “You cleared your entire morning schedule for this?”Zephyr set the spatula down and pulled me in front of him, caging me gently against the marble counter with his strong body. His arms wrapped around me from behind as he rested his chin on my shoulde

KAMARAH'S POV The bed felt too big when I woke up. I reached for Zephyr out of habit, but my hand only found cool sheets. He was already gone.A single white rose and a handwritten note waited on his pillow.‘Business won’t let me go today. I’ll be thinking of you every second. Stay safe, siren. I’ll come back to you.’ — ZI held the note longer than I should have, tracing his bold handwriting with my fingertip. The emptiness in the penthouse pressed in around me. This was day one of whatever storm had pulled him away, and already the silence felt heavy.I made myself coffee and tried to shake off the strange ache in my chest. Missing him this quickly felt dangerous. I wasn’t supposed to miss the man I’d run from.I drove to Mrs. Delgado’s mid-morning. Nevan’s eyes lit up the second I walked through the door.“Mama! You’re here early!”I scooped him up, kissing his warm cheeks. “I’m all yours today, baby. What do you want to do?”We decided to build the biggest blanket fort the ap

KAMARAH'S POV The third day without Zephyr felt like walking through fog.I woke up reaching for him again, only to find cold sheets and an empty side of the bed. The silence in the penthouse was starting to feel personal, like it was mocking me. I made coffee and stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city wake up below. Somewhere out there, Zephyr was handling things that involved blood and power. And I was here, missing a man I had every reason to fear.I tried to keep busy. I cleaned the already spotless kitchen, played the piano for an hour, even attempted a new sketch with the art supplies he’d bought me. Nothing helped. My eyes kept drifting to my phone, hoping for a call or even a simple text. Nothing came.By midday, I couldn’t stay in the penthouse any longer. I drove to Mrs. Delgado’s and picked up Nevan.Today we tried something new — a small community baking class for kids at a local bakery that had a children’s corner. The owner, a kind older woman, let u