My Cold Blooded Boss

09

Malik went downstairs after he got ready. He’s just wearing a black polo shirt and a black jeans. He fixed his hair while looking at his wrist watch. He also keep glancing on the stairs if Gallen is already walking down. Malik took a deep breath and decided to drink some water while he wait for Gallen.

On the other hand, Gallen was having a hard time what to wear. He’s really not good at fashion and it’s okay for him before because mostly when he go out, he’ll just wear black shorts and a shirt that he think he finds okay.

But now, his boss ask him out. Well, he told me to change because we’re going somewhere. Gallen just tugged his hair while staring at all of his clothes that are on his bed. He couldn’t find something to wear.

After sometime, he looked at the time. Fuck! I’m here for like 15 minutes already. He started panicking and he decided to just pick his most ‘okay’  clothes.

Malik is already on his fourth glasses of water. It’s been 15 minutes but Gallen still didn’t come down. Mew is starting to feel nervous but he needs to believe in Gallen. Or I can just go in his room.

Malik shook his head, disagreeing in his thoughts. He’ll give him time. And he’ll wait even how long.

Malik just tsked. This is clearly not him. This is not the Malik Rhodes he and everyone that used to know. He’s aware of himself. He knows of how an asshole he is. He’s a cold and ruthless mafia boss that everyone knows, especially in the underground world. His name is popular there.

Malik unconsciously looked at the stairs again but he was starstruck when he saw Gallen standing on the last step of the stairs. He’s wearing a white long sleeves shirt and a black jeans too.

“U-Uh.. i-is it okay?,” Gallen is referring to his clothes. He know they are not that good as Malik's clothes.

Malik flashes a smile and put his glass on the sink. He, then went near him. Gallen is getting self conscious and he just look away when Malik's eyes is never leaving him.

“T-Tell me if i-it’s not good. I-I’ll go change—,” he was cut when Malik said something.

“You look good,” Malik said. Gallen stopped and looked at him. “Huh?,”
Malik didn’t answer him and offer his hand. Gallen looked at his hand. “Let’s go?,” Malik saw Gallen is not moving so Malik just held his hand and pull him with him.

Once they outside of the house, Malik open the door in the passenger seat. “Hop on,” Malik said. Gallen didn’t do something and just hop on.

Malik turned at hopped on the passenger seat. Once he settled himself inside, he turned his body and looked at Gallen.

“Are you okay?,”

“I-I am.” Gallen smiled tightly. “I-I’m just overwhelmed.”

“Oh?,” Malik mumbled. Gallen nodded. “Are you sure my clothes are just fine? You don’t have to act nice okay? Tell me.” Gallen told him seriously, but Malik just chuckled and shook his head.

“I told you, it’s really okay. You don’t have to worry,” Malik said.

It somehow calm Gallen down but still. He know his boss is famous. What will the others think if they saw him with him? Ofcourse, that’s not a good sight for them.

And just add the fact that he also know his boss’s other work because his friend or bestfriend to be exact is one of his men.

“Gallen!,” Gallen blinked his eyes enumerately when Malik calles his name. “Huh?,” he asked.

“Where have you been?,” he asked him. Gallen forced a smile and just shook his head. “Are you not feeling well?,” Malik asked worriedly.

Gallen shook his head. “I’m fine boss,” Gallen just bit his lower lip. “I mean M-Malik,”