Aliah daughter of the mafia thinking that it's her last night of freedom so goes out to use the time she has left and meets a certain person who might be the person to take? or not take? Her freedom. Little does she know this night would change her...
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*Semi-mature content*
I don't think I have ever been so confused in my life. Christian sends so much mixed signals it sends my brain into a wirp hole.
He doesn't talk to me if it is it's not something to per say start a conversation and when I want to be far away from him he decides he doesn't want that.
To keep my mind off him I'm deciding to cook that always helps, that or doing something illegal and I am in enough shit right so that would not be good.
Heading downstairs to the kitchen I started looking around for stuff but to my luck I can't find most of the food stuff.
"Should I ask him?....but I don't want to talk to him right now.....just ask him idiot." I mutter to myself as I pace back and forth debating if I should ask him where the food ingredients are.
It's not that I'm afraid of him it's that I'm afraid of what I will say to him. In his office earlier today it took everything in me not to go off on him.
"Ask who what?" I hear someone from behind me.
"Good you saved me the walk..where are the your gorceries?" I said looking at how attractive he looks right now with a few buttons button down and his shirt sleeve rolled up. No wonder I fucked him
He didn't answer me her just went up to a wall and tapped the iPad screen and to my surprise the small wooden pantry open up showing a walk way full of gorceries.
What did I expect, he owns one of the biggest tech companys in the world.
"Anymore surprises?" I ask still some what being star struck.
" A couple but you will find out in due time." He responded while walking away.
I don't know what brain cells were working in this moment but I will have to live with it."Do you want to stay and help?"
"Cooking isn't one of my best skills." He responded looking back at me.
"It's cool I'll be doing most of the handy work anyway."
Without saying anything he just walked away, well that's what you get for trying to be nice how lovely. "Fucking asshole."
As I was washing my hands Mr.grumpy came back into the kitchen in grey sweats and a black tee looking even better than he did before.
"What do you want me to do?" He said while washing his hands.
"I thought you didn't want to help." I raised a brow.
"When did I ever say no?"
"Good point." I replied back.
I was not intending on being bossy but I feel like it would help with the awkwardness I'm feeling right now so being bossy it is.
"Can you get me pot for the spaghetti and one for the sauce and the minced meat." I said without looking at him.
"I'm gonna fucking regret this." I heard him murmur under his breath.
