💀 | MINE

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Annie

I woke up from my nap. The pillow was a lot comfier but not at the same time. I looked down to see a body under me. My eyes widen. I looked at the face to see who it is. My heart nearly dropped at the sight. Blake could sleep! He looked adorable at it too. I smiled and touched his hair. It was soft. I then had a really great idea.

I slowly and quietly got off the bed. I went to my desk and got my makeup. I went back to the bed and slowly got on top of him. I was sitting in his stomach. I started to do his makeup. When I get around the nose I do it very softly but quick due to the fact he might sneeze or wake up.

Once I finished I took a picture of him. I smiled at the results. I got off him and put my makeup back on the desk. I then went back over to the bed. I was about to crawl back on top of him but he was wide awake looking at me with a smirk.

I stood up straight. I heard him laugh. Maybe he doesn't know?

" I caught you sleeping." I said happily.

" I'm literally here every night." He said placing his arm under his head.

" No your not."

" Yes I am."

" No your not."

" Yes I am. You would go and cuddle yourself into me as soon as I get in there. It's very disturbing." He said with a smirk.

" That's a lie. And you don't sleep here because your never here in the morning."

" I am. I just wake up earlier than you." He said throwing a pillow at me. After I stumbled I picked up the pillow and hit him in the tummy. He held it against him.

" So am I like your makeup doll or something?" My eyes widened.

" No well- How did you even know? I was being so discreet." He just smiled and pulled me on top of him.

" Darling, When your in a mafia, your sleep has to be light because you never know if something is going to happen." 

" Oh." I mumbled. " Well do you like it?"

" I don't even know how I look right now."

I giggled and took another picture of him. I then showed him my master piece.

He looked at the picture.

" Why do I look like that? Ew."

My jaw dropped.

" Your mean." I said getting off of him. He pulled me back. I was now sitting on his legs.

Im too ugly for this.

His hand rested on my thigh.

" If you asked, I could've gotten ready to look nice and it would look a lot better." I rolled my eyes. He sat up.

" What time is it?" I looked at my phone.

" 4:36. Why?"

" Can you help me on a mission?" He asked while running his fingers through his hair.

" Depends on what it is." I said taking his hands.

" Your going on a date with Vance Claiton just to distract him while me and some of my men go to his house and get my crystals back."

" Are you going to steal it from him because it's ' yours'." I asked.

" No it's actually mine. While I was out for lunch today, I got a notification from the Jewel room that there was a break in. Found his finger prints all over everything."

" Oh." I mumbled.

" Is it going to be dangerous? Like is he going to kidnap me? Or rape me? Or try to kill me?" I said as these thoughts decided to pop up into my head. He said they'll be killing in Mafias. I don't want to die yet.

" No. I wouldn't let that happen to you anyway." He said looking directly in my eyes.

I smiled at him then gave him a hug. I could tell he was taken back. He wrapped one arm around me and no it's not the arm that was on my thigh. He kept that there. He placed his head in the crook of my neck.

" You know your hair smells like coconuts." I pulled back and just looked at him. He was smiling. I like his smile.

" Yes i know" I said with a grin.

" Do you just like go to the beach and drop like coconut water on your head? Cause it smells like real coconuts."

I looked at him confused.

" No well I don't really know if they used real coconut but it's a shampoo that makes my hair smell like that." His face dropped.

" Wait so they can make coconut shampoo with coconuts?!" He asked surprised. For a rich man he knows nothing.

" No they- I actually don't know but they use coconut water I think." He looked beyond confused. I laughed at him.

" I didn't go to College or was in school much." He mumbled as he looked at his thumb that rubbed my thigh.

" That's ok." I mumbled back to him. He looked at me so I gave him a smile.

" I wouldn't want to be in school either."

" It's not that I didn't want to go, my dad forced me out of it. Always giving me something to do for the mafia. Then he just took me out of school when he thought I was ready. "

" Oh. Lucky." I mumbled. He gave me a confused look.

" Why? You don't like school?"

" Nope." I cuddled into his chest. " too much drama." I heard him chuckle.

" So what do you say, You gonna help me?" He asked playing with my hair.