“So, you’re worried about your outfit?” I shot him a glare, crossing my hands against my chest. He chuckled, “Pfft, you’re not going for an interview darling that you have to be in a presentable outfit!” He has a point.

“Yeah, but an outfit gives an impression!” I argued, pouting a little.

“Yes it does but the one who has a beautiful soul and kind heart doesn’t needs good clothes for a good impression, do they?” That statement had me fell mute. I let my hands down and asked, “And what if I’m no kind-hearted beautiful soul?” My hazel eyes looking directly into his brown ones. 

“Impossible!” He stepped closer and gently yanked my hair-rubber down, causing my hair to fall free over my back. 

“How?” 

He smiled, “Because no-one can possibly act so well!” He managed my hair and held out his palm to me, “Now, shall we?” I looked down at his palm then at him but don’t know why I couldn’t put my hand in his.

His statement made me wonder if he has anything for me because the actual me is everything but a good soul and who’s in front of him is an evil in disguise. Will he still love me if he learns that I am a MAFIA??

She's The Mafia

I was doing my work quietly when I suddenly caught sight of Janet who was doing her work at her desk. I looked at her body posture from bottom to up and leaned back, forgetting that I was doing something. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that reached to her knees and a white top tugged in. Her hair was braided in a messy bun and few swirls were dancing on her face. I sighed. Say anything, but she is gorgeous as hell. 


I shook my head at her in utter disbelief. God, no matter how badly I scold her or how much work I give her. She never complains, nor does she ever say a word. In fact, she apologizes to me and promises me to never repeat the mistakes she’s never made. 


Paxton Fuck!ng Grey... WHAT DID YOU DO?!!!