Kristina's POV

I'm in the kitchen mixing up the batter for my blueberry waffles. As I pour my tea and mix a little creamer in it.

Johnny never came home last night. He promised me that he would be back by nightfall after his business meeting but I waited up for him to arrive until I grew weary and fell asleep. Then when I spoke with the guards this morning I was told he never came home. I called his cell phone but he didn't pick up, I'm worried about him.

So now I'm still in my pajamas in the kitchen making breakfast, hoping he'll walk in at any moment. Pathetic, I know just a little bit. I mean I signed up for this when I decided to live with him and pursue a relationship with him. He's a mobster, he comes and goes as he pleases staying out as long as he likes. He doesn't have a family to check in on just a girlfriend who should know not to expect him home every night.

My phone rings and I eagerly pick it up without checking the caller id.

"Hey girl, you can't take some time to call your sister," I hear on the other line.

I smirk knowing exactly who it is. "Girl, please my neither of my real sister's would talk to me like that," I say. "Yvette, what do you want?" I ask.

Yvette's been my friend for years. She's kind of crazy but really fun and a cool chick and I can't imagine not having her in my life. I can picture her dark teased wavy hair, smooth caramel skin, and hazel eyes just by hearing her voice. She's gorgeous and can get any guy she wants but she likes a challenge so most of the PC guys aren't her type.

"So I heard you live with Johnny now, are you guys an item?" she asks.

I giggle a little. "We just started dating and I really wanna see where it goes," I tell her.

"Why have you not thrown a party yet to christen the place?" she asks.

"What place?" I ask her.

"His new mansion!" she exclaims. "I know people, they tell me things. I have been on this juice cleanse for the past couple of weeks and I've never looked better. I need to let loose and you do too."

"And do what? Get drunk off our asses?" I ask.

"I'll buy a couple of bottles," she suggests.

"We are not throwing a party. I don't think Johnny would appreciate us trashing his house," I say.

"It's your home too, if you wanna party, he'll go along with it," I say.

"Put him on the phone, I'll ask him," she urges.

"He's not here right now," I say with a little distress visible in my voice.

"What's wrong?" she asks. "You sound upset."

Before I can respond Johnny walks into the kitchen. "I smell waffles," he says.

"I… I gotta call you back," I tell her before hanging up the phone.

He sits down at the table. "Thanks for the blueberry waffles. They're my favorite, can you make me some fried eggs too?" he asks.

"Where were you last night?" I ask standing over him as he starts eating his waffles.

"My meeting ran late so I just stayed the night in New York," he tells me. His answer sounds rehearsed and his eyes and a little red.

"You had an early afternoon meeting; you couldn't just come home late?" I ask.

"Because I was too tired to leave, I was drunk. We went out we celebrated last night, alright?" he asks. "My stomach is still churning a bit."

"You don't have to get defensive or try and hide things from me," I say. "I was just worried about you when you didn't come home."

He runs a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry," he says. He looks me in the eyes. "There's gonna be nights where I don't come home to you. And I don't want you to just sit around waiting for me."

"I wasn't just sitting around waiting," I lie.

"Good, there's too much to do around here for you to wait on me hand and foot. It was nice of you to make breakfast though," he tells me.

"I gave the cook the day off," I tell him.

"That's a good idea. He could use a break," he tells me as he pulls me close. "I'm really happy to see you."

He kisses me with more passion than he's ever kissed me with before. My toes practically curl as I place my arms on his shoulders and he winds his hand into my curly hair.