Finding Mafia

Boyfriend?

This can't be happening. Not now, just not now. Everything has been going fine and then another bomb drops. When am I going to finally get a break from all this drama?

My head feels like it's spinning and it hasn't stopped. After hanging up the phone I ran outside. So now here I am, sat on the curb outside the building, hiding from my responsibilities for the day, trying not to have a panic attack. Taking deep breaths doesn't seem to be working, but I have no other solutions so it better start working right fucking now.

I tried my best to ignore the stares that came from my fellow coworkers as I not so gracefully ran out of the building like my ass was on fire. Declan seemed very confused at my change of demeanor, but in the moment I chose to ignore his questioning stare and table it for another time.

My pacing slows down a little as I hear the squeak of the door, followed by a loud bang of it closing. I don't even need to look in that direction to know who it is. The smell of whiskey and an overwhelming woodsy fragrance is enough to tell me everything I need to know. The power he exudes speaks for itself as far as he is concerned. He could turn my legs into mush with just one look.

Nothing is said at first as I continue to look at the cracked pavement beneath my feet while walking back and forth. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You don't have to."

Even just the sound of his voice has an effect on me. The calmness behind his words and the soothing effect it has on my body is driving me insane. Why can he make me feel this way? Why is it that one word from him and my body feels at ease for the first time in my life. It's annoying me and yet turning me on at the same time. Now I am annoyed, but for a whole different reason.

"Why do you care?" My head whips in his direction as I try to gauge his reaction. Instead he stays silent as he leans against the bricks wall crossing his arms, causing his beautiful tattoos to peak out from under his shirt, momentarily distracting me as I try to picture what the rest of it looks like, how his skin felt under my hands when we....Snap out of it woman.

"You didn't need to follow me out here." Amusement is clear on his face as he cocks an eyebrow at me. "I'm perfectly fine."

His smirk grows at my obvious frustration. "I can see that." His quick reply angers me as I feel my nostrils flare at him.

"Could you please just leave me alone?" My question was laced with malice and I cringed a little at how harsh it came out.

Declan only laughs and shakes his head at me. I don't know where all my anger is coming from, but it doesn't appear to be going anywhere either. His quiet patience and restraint is driving me up the wall right now. "God, just go away. It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything. Stop showing up all the time when you aren't wanted."

The words slip past my lips before I even have time to process them, but as Declan does, a face I don't wish to see again crosses his face. His laughter is replaced with a scowl, his hard features become scary as he stalks over to me.

The only place for me to go is back, my body retreats as his draws nearer. Soon I run out of space as my back scrapes against the brick wall that is unmoving behind me. A whimper falls from my lips as Declan slams his hands besides my head, effectively caging me between him and a rough brick wall. Regret is fresh in my mind, I didn't mean to anger him with my words, but sometimes you can't hold the stupid shit you say, well at least I can't.

My whimper doesn't affect Declan. Looking into his eyes, I see only black filling them. Taking a deep breath I try to appear strong, but the shaking of my body does nothing to support it.