His Mafia Prince
Chapter 59: You Aren’t Special

Chapter 59: You Aren’t Special

(TYLER)

"I know," he rumbles. "That’s one of the reasons I like you." He cups my cheek and I lean into his palm. He looks surprised but pleased at the same time. "I like how you keep me guessing all the time, Tyler."

He laughs huskily then leans down and presses his lips to mine in a warm delicate kiss. Sasha being this gentle is unusual. Most of the time we kiss, it’s usually raw, primal hunger. This time, the kiss feels different. The graze of his soft lips on mine makes my heart flutter with need.

I don’t understand this man, or his ever-changing mood and most of all, I don’t understand myself for reacting to him like I’m doing. After all he’s put me through, I should hate him. I should loathe him.

But I don’t.

Perhaps the bite is messing with my head big time and has me all twisted up in knots. All I know is I’m craving him more and more with each passing minute. I can never get enough of his dotting kisses and looks. I want him to care about me. When he protects me or gives me subtle gestures like this, I can’t help thinking that he really cares for me and not guarding his selfish interest like he always does. Unfortunately, that’s what always motivates him.

When the elevator door dings open, he pulls away from me, leaving me dazed and confused. He smirks with satisfaction and guides me out of the elevator. We walk down the long hallway and I do my best to ignore my bulging dick. We enter the office and find a receptionist sitting behind a glass window. She’s on a call when we enter, so she motions us to wait in a nearby set. Minutes later she hangs up and smiles at us politely.

"You have an appointment?"

"Yes, at 11:00 am, but it won’t be on the books. I glance at him curiously wondering why our appointment should be kept off the books. But then Sasha has his own way of doing things. I won’t question him.

She nods, seeming unfazed. It’s not at all like anything is unusual to her. She pulls out a drawer and gets a folder.

I expected to hand it to me. Usually, the doctors make you fill out up to ten pages of your medical history at the reception which they never look at anyway. She doesn’t, instead, she looks up and swallows thickly.

"I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you immediately, Mr. Adonis. Please have a seat."

Sasha grunts then puts his arm around my waist, guiding me to a couple of empty chairs at the end of the long row. I notice several other omegas are waiting in the room, some pregnant, some maybe not, or maybe they are and it just isn’t showing yet. Toddlers scuffle all over, chewing on plastic blocks. Not very far from us is a female omega holding a crying baby.

Ampang of guilt hits me that Sasha is sitting with me in the waiting room. I’m sure he has tons of other ways that he can spend his morning that aren’t this. "You can go back to the house if you want. I will call you when the procedure is done."

"Why would I do that?" he frowns.

"Because maybe you don’t like waiting here with me."

"It’s not so bad," his attention turns to the crying baby. "That’s the only nuisance," he says in a tone that if I’m not wrong, implies he has ideas of how to make the kid shut up.

I laugh. "Kids cry, Sasha."

"Mmh, apparently."

"He will stop soon,"

He purses, studying the baby in a calculating manner.

"Riley and Chase were once babies, you know."

"They were little angels."

I tap his arm. "Stop staring at that baby like you want to throw it out the window." I hiss.

"That isn’t at all a bad idea, I mean...I had thought of that... very practical opinion."

"Stop, Sasha." I laugh gruffly. "You’re scaring me now."

He looks at me and grimaces. "I won’t throw it, Tyler. I mean if I had some duct tape in me, it would come in handy now."

He smiles at me and I laugh. My stomach does that weird somersault thing again and I pull my gaze from his. I remove my hand from his arm. We sit in awkward silence for a bit then I ask him.

"Why isn’t our appointment in the books?"

"Because the doctor had to fit us in between appointments. He looks at his perfectly manicured nails. "We won’t have to listen to that wailing baby any longer. I’m sure we’ll be called inside soon."

"B... but," I glance around. "But all these people came in before us."

He huffs. "Okay, so?"

"Oh," I narrow my eyes, "I see you are special."

"You are too because you are with me." He leans in on me.

"I’d be more than willing to wait my turn."

"Why?" he squints at me. "Why would you wait if you don’t have to?"

"Because it is unfair of us to cut all these people. "

"Come on," he shakes his head. "You’re such a sap."

I grit as heat rushes to my face. I don’t argue with him because I see no point in doing that. He probably sees good manners and courtesy as a sign of weakness.

The door opens and a young nurse calls me in a wobbly tone. "Tyler Adonis."

We get up and suddenly everyone’s attention turns to us, eyes widening and faces tense as though an alien just steppes in the room. Earlier on, they ignored us for the most part, but now they are watching us all tense

I’m not sure how to react or feel at the fact that being around Sasha earns me instant suspicion by others. I’m well aware of how they feel, however. I used to dread the idea of running into an Adonis.

Sasha isn’t the least bit fazed as we head into the back room. The stares and the whispers don’t bug him at all. Part of me even suspects that he enjoys it. He likes it when people tremble at his sight. Reminds me of when we first met. He must have been satisfied watching me so terrified that I almost peed myself.

The attending takes my height, weight and blood pressure. He then takes me into another room where he draws my blood. Minutes later, he takes me into another examination room. It seems like Sasha scared him as well because of how he addressed me timidly. "Go ahead." He says, "Change into the gown, ensure the open side faces the front. The doctor will be in with you shortly."

"Thank you," I say. He gives me a tight smile and then leaves the room.

I slip out of my clothes aware of Sasha’s gaze. I slip into the said gown then Sasha helps me up the examination table. I sit with my legs hanging

"You did notice how everyone shot us a dirty look when the nurse called my name, right?"

"Fuck them."

"Wow, so compassionate, Sasha."

"I’m not gonna feel sorry for who I am, Tyler." He gazes at me, obviously annoyed.

"It’s the luck you draw, we both know that. You aren’t more special than any of them. You were just born into a special family."