Rob Jetten is not like normal teenage girls, he is a grown adult man. One morning, he gets sold to the dutch mafia by his mother for the low price of 5 bottles of Heineken beer. How will Rob survive his life with the cold-hearted mafia boss Jesse Kl...
(FUN FACT: While writing this I listened to "my heart will go on - recorder by candlelight by Matt Mulholland" on repeat to exterminate all present brain cells while also creating a romantic aura. it is quite effective"
Jesse pulled me outside the room, he looked angry, angrier than most times. His grip on my forearm was tighter than normal. but you couldn't call it abusive because he was just misunderstood.
"Jesse Stop!" i yelled.
he stopped to my command. "Why did you do that Rob?!! Rutte is clearly very dangerous and manipulative!"
I huffed "You also never speak of truth, who am i supposed to believe?"
he looked down towards his sexy, clean, pointy leather shoes, made for a true politician, businessman or mafia boss. "I need to tell you something Rob," he exhaled "I can't lie to you any longer."
"Than tell me!" i sighed dramatically.
"Not now! Its a secret to everyone! Ill tell you at midnight"
I looked around, the hallway was empty, but i understood.
At midnight i walked out of my room again, the brunet was already waiting for me.
"Hey" he said softly, maybe a bit scared.
"Hey" i answered, flushed.
"Lets go to the top floor, it's quiet and pretty there"
i followed him to the top floor. It was a beautiful terrace like one at a night club, complete with bar, and fairy lights. but again totally filled with plants like an exotic rainforest, The view was amazing and looked over the entire skyview of The Hague.
(Like this but you can't see the floor because Jesse Klaver has solved climate change with houseplants, so imagine more plants:)
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"wow... :O" i gasped, "this, this is beautiful Jesse!" i grasped his hand.
"Not as beautiful as you of course" he said teasingly, i huffed at his cheesy remark.
"Just tell me what you want to tell."
He turned around mysteriously. The aura around him changed, "I haven't been completely honest to you Rob, or my friends, Only Mark Rutte knows, we worked together in the past..." his head turned to the side. "Im not proud of that time."
"Just tell me!" I exclaimed, tired of this dramatic act.
"Alright..." he breathed, "Just promise you won't look at me differently?"
"I do Jesse, I'm not like other girls." The man before me nodded, deep in thought.
"I know, that's why your so amazing bruv"
Slowly the brunet mafia boss turned around. till he stood right in front of me, gazing into my dark brown eyes.
"I'm a vampire"
I gasped, 'surely not' but i could not see how he was lying. again i looked at his eyes, only now realising the brown colour was only a trick of the light, and his true eyes were a bright red.
"Please believe me when i say that I'm a good vampire."
tears started appearing in my tearducts, I was crying. "I- I just don't know what to believe anymore." I said.
"Please-" he said. I ran away from him. "Please don't go Rob! I'm sorry!!" But i was already gone.
(My mom: hey maybe don't work on your college application and instead study for the finals that start next week?
me: yes of course mother my beloved, I will surely study for the finals *opens this abomination*)
