MY rude mafia

LOVE?

Next morning, yn once again found herself waking up in a man's embrace. She was shocked at first but the next instant she felt comfortable and warm as she recognized the scent. She didn't meet him much but the unique woody scent was memorable. It made it easy to recognize him.

She felt him shifting from his position while she stared at his features. She instantly shut her eyes and pretended to sleep. He just woke up and left to prepare himself for work. While he was bathing, she decided to prepare breakfast for him. she picked herself up somehow and headed to the kitchen with wobbly legs. Regaining her energy with a coffee, she prepared vegetable sandwiches and strawberry smoothies for both of them. By the time she placed the plated on the table, she heard his footsteps approaching.

"good morning." She chimed.

"hmm." He just hummed without any emotions.

"Mr. min..." she tried to begin a conversation. She just wanted to be aware of her responsibilities and limitations. In the morning when he just left her, she had accepted the fact that for this man, she was a mere source of pleasure and a womb that would bear his child.

"What do you want? And you can call me yoon-gi." He said coldly.

"what are my responsibilities in the house. And I know that you are um- ....... a mafia, so are there any places that I should avoid now or in the future."

"future?" he was confused at your words.

"yes, I mean like places or things that over excite the mother can be fatal for the child in her womb." You explain, trying to keep your voice normal.

"oh! I that case, just avoid that room, it is full of weapons. *he pointed to a room* also my study, you can enter but don't touch anything. And about your responsibilities...... you have none except cooking, we have maids."

"if that is the case, can I work?" you asked with hope.

"wont it harm your fertility?" he asked.

"no in fact inactive mothers bear unhealthy babies." You explained.

"you are asking about the café right?" you nod at his question.

"no." you frown but his next words, lighten you up.

"I got a tip that my enemies know about you. So you can't work at that café. Why don't you work as my secretary? That way, I would be able to look after you."

You smile a little at the words that left his moth at last.

"can I have few favors in that case?" he frowned but said.

"let me hear it first."

"um- okay so 1." You showed your index finger "I want to continue my studies. don't worry I will pay for the fees from my salary.

2. we will be professional at work, because as you said that for my safety no one should know about our marriage. (he nodded with a slight pout admiring your thoughtfulness)

3. when we are not at office, can you please...." You stopped in between and shook your head at your stupid and impossible wish. "never mind. The first two are enough."

"I am fine with both of them only if you tell me the third one." He demanded.

"it's useless."

"you mean I am incapable of giving you something? DID YOU JUST CHALLENGE ME?" he was getting angry and it was the last thing you would want to happen.

"I was going to ask you that when we are alone in the office or outside the office, could you treat me like a real husband would." You hung your head low, expecting him to lash out at you.

"okay." He said plainly and collected his things to leave.

"wait!" you exclaimed.

"what?"

"two things. When do I join? And....... What if you don't treat me like a wife? AND just so you know...... a happy mother is the key to a healthy child ALSO, mood affects fertility. And now before you ask me, we are studying the same topic currently about human reproduction so I know these things also a women may naturally know these things because we all (women) have to go through them at some point in future." You said in a single breath and he looked at you, baffled.

"you can join tomorrow after school, just like a part timer and about the second question, if it affects the child, then I will cook for you as a compensation. As many numbers of meals as I the number of times I don't treat you properly. Happy?"

"very happy and btw, you are cooking dinner tonight."

"huh?"

"first rule of married life, if you are trying for a baby or expecting one, don't just talk about the baby, care for the mother too." 😀

"aaah! Fine." he growled and was about to leave, but you fake coughed to get his attention.

"hubby, do you want to cook me a midnight snack as well? Hmm?" you asked with a sly smile.

"huh? What did I do now?" he was now annoyed.

"that is the problem. You didn't do it!" you said and walked up to him.

You tip-toed to peck on his cheeks, then held his chin and made him peck your own cheeks.

"now tell me, when will you be home?" you asked with a smile.

"8:00." He replied. You could sense that he was annoyed now so you let him go.

You may have married me by force for a child, but I will make sure that my child is the result of love and is brought up with love, not like me.