My mafia love

6~ Princess

Kelly's POV-

I open my eyes and for a second I thought, where am I?
As if all of this was just a bad dream. None the less I get changed into these god awful and boring clothes and head out my room, poking my head out to make sure i didn't bump into anyone.

I walked into the kitchen, taken aback when I see a maid in the kitchen and whatever she's cooking smells heavenly. She offers me some and I thank her.

"Would you kindly take this upstairs to Cade? He's currently working in his office. I gulped already feeling my legs go to jelly at the thought of seeing him again.

I took the plate and offered a kind smile to the lady.

I knocked before blowing my cheeks out to mentally prepare, this man has a strange effect on me. He appears to be scary but it seems like he has a much softer side to him still, I can't shake the feeling of fear.

"Enter."

I opened the door whilst balancing the tray on one arm, he looked somewhat surprised to see me. He bopped his head to indicate which spot i should place the tray and i placed it down. Just my luck the drink knocked over, all over him and all over his laptop.

My eyes widened, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I splutter out, trying to find the closest thing I can wipe it with.

"For fuck sake." he exhales.

I finally found something that will help soak it up and he raises his hand to me and I stop immediately.
"I am so sorry!"

"Get out."

"I said I didn't mean to, i'm trying to help you out here." I replied.

Fuck me, does this guy know what an accident is.

"Get the fuck out my office!" he shouts, his tone laced with anger and annoyance. I flinch at his words and run out the office, straight back to my room.

I didn't stop running until the door to my room slammed shut behind me.

My chest was rising too fast, breath uneven as I pressed my back against the door, my fingers still curled tightly like I was holding onto something that wasn't there anymore. My heart wouldn't slow down, replaying the moment over and over again—the drink spilling, his expression shifting, the way his voice had cut through me so sharply it made me flinch without even thinking.

'Get out.'

I squeezed my eyes shut, dragging a hand over my face as frustration mixed with something heavier, something I didn't want to admit felt a little too close to embarrassment.

"It was an accident," I muttered under my breath, pacing the room now, unable to stand still. "God, what was I supposed to do, just stand there and let it-"

But the words died out because the truth was, it didn't matter what I was supposed to do.

In his world, mistakes clearly didn't exist the same way they did in mine.

I stopped pacing, staring at the floor as the adrenaline slowly started to fade.

A sharp knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts.