“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

“You kissed me?” I asked in a whisper. My fingers on my lips as I stared at him in shock. He bit under his cheek, looking at me with an unbothered look, “You fucking kissed me?” I yelled aloud. 


“Janet- He paused when I raised my palm at him. “Don’t you dare a speak a word, you-you pervert!” I said, glaring at him. 


I frowned, “Are you smiling?” He arrested his lips between his teeth and shook his head but couldn’t hide the mischief of his eyes. I clenched my jaw angrily, “Of course. So fun it is, isn’t?” 


He scoffed, “It was just a kiss, Janet. Stop overreacting!” 


“You’re my boss, Paxton. What do you expect?” 


“So, that’s the issue?” He smirked. My mouth shut close and heart skipped a beat. I blinked, not believing that he’s flirting with me! “Well, I wish I could fix- 


His smile vanished, “What?” I could see the amount of shock in his brown eyes. He was flabbergasted with my statement. 


Too Much To Handle