Married To The Mafia Lord

46. CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?

46. CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?

"Am I a threat to you?" Lena posed the question to Darian, applying final touches to the light makeup on her face. She huddled back her makeup kits into the box and heaved an exasperated sigh. She wasn't the type to go out to open places but she couldn't refuse Gaby's request not after bribing her with something she had longed to know of.

"In what way, Lena?" He passed the earrings she left on the bed to her and sat back, resting his back on the headboard, his eyes glued to the magazine he was reading.

"Never mind, Darian." Lena smiled. She didn't want to tell Darian about Judson's threats; they didn't get to her. She had pondered on telling him but there was no need for that. "How do I look?" She spun around, wobbling in front of him.

Darian didn't look at her, the news about some assassins had gripped his attention, and he didn't realize she was still talking to him.

"Darian!" She called a little louder, grimacing.

"What?" He asked in a bored tone.

"Nothing, never mind." She walked toward the full-length mirror to have a better look at herself. She smiled satisfactorily as she admired her figure in the mirror. The short red dress she wore hugged her body, properly accentuating her slender frame. She rubbed her hand on her chest. "Dry, it's hard." She muttered.

"You are going with the bodyguards," he said to her.

"Why? Gaby and I just want to hang out. We don't need those big men around us. Oh my gosh, people are just going to think the men are our boyfriends. No man will even come close to us," she pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes at him.

"A man? What do you want to do with a man?" He placed the magazine on the bed and hoisted his head up to divert all his attention to her. "I will double the bodyguards, six of them will go with you." He said, jealousy apparent in his eyes as he spoke.

Lena chuckled dryly, "Do you think I'd do well as a model or should I just become an influencer?" She sat on the chair that was close to the vanity table and straightened her hair with the hot comb.

Darian didn't respond to her. She turned to take a look at him; he was back to reading the magazine.

"I think I should consider being a model, those who wear bikinis and shake off their asses while making videos for the world to see. That would fit me more," she felt his eyes on her when she said those words, but she didn't waver. Instead, she went on and on. "Lisa knows about a manager who wants ladies to model for his new lingerie brand for him. I guess I should just call her," Lena pretended to be serious as she talked to herself. She played along by standing up to get her phone from the bed.

Darian took the phone from her before she could reach it.

"That's my phone, give it back." She grumbled.

"No," he said, almost shouting.

"Why not?" She walked to where he sat and stood in front of him. "I have to call Lisa."

"To tell her that you are interested in being a model who wants to shake off her ass in bikinis or model for a lingerie brand?" He scoffed, clutching the phone tightly with his hand.

Lena smiled slyly, "Are you jealous?" she winked at him.

He held her gaze for a long time, rising to his feet, he took a step forward. Lena gulped down, her eyes moving around the room. She stepped backwards, she didn't want him to get too close.

"Just give me my phone and let's end this drama," her voice was low, lacking vigour.

Darian pinned her to the cold wall and his lips grazed on hers. She felt a pulse in her chest, "I am not jealous because you are mine and mine alone. So fuck the bikini and the lingerie brand!" He gave her phone back to her and turned around to sit back on the bed.