If you only knew

Chapter 10

My heart had one job. Beating. But at that moment it failed miserably at doing it's job.

My feet were suddenly glued at the floor and my whole body froze. I couldn't move, even if I wanted to. The only movement I was capable of doing was blinking.

I blinked at the blue eyed hot man in front of me. I felt like an complete idiot who was at a loss of words and couldn't do anything but blink.

Heat rushed through my body, warming my skin. The stranger from the plane, whose name was still a mystery to me, stared at me with such an intense, it hurt. It didn't seem like this arranged marriage was a secret kept from him. No, he looks very much aware of this situation. He looks like he is enjoying it.

I felt his eyes wandering down my figure, filling my body with an extreme warmth so much so, I was about to explode. My cheeks reddened and I tried to undo it. I failed. And it didn't go unnoticed.

That asshole looked at my cheeks and then even had the audacity to smirk. I still couldn't believe that my father was marrying me off. To a mafia boss. Did my father even know that? Soemtimes I wonder what I did wrong with my life to deserve that.

sat down next to my father, as far away from Mr. Hot as possible. At first there was an akward silece between the three of us. Then: a clearing of a throat. Good that I am not the only one, who feels uncomfortable in this unbelievable situation.

My father seems to want to break the silence. The color drained from my face when he suddenly said "I'll give you some space", before he stood up and walked away. Is he for real?

When my father dissapeared, I Iooked up at Mr. Hot. Dark curls, ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline, dark clothes, broad shoulders and an athletic body, which his shirt is doing a bad job at covering.

He looks intimitading, except for his smirk that I so desperatly want to punch out of his face. "You're not going to say hello to your fiance" he smiles at me. His voice. Oh Lord.

I try not to show the effect he has on me when I narrow my eyes at him and say "You're not my fiance" I quickly look away, nervous how he will react. He seems like the type of guy, who dislikes it when people don't agree with him.

I am trying to calm my racing heart, when I hear it. A chuckle. A deep chuckle. I look up at him, disbelief filling my senses. "Unfortunately for you princess, I am." I hate it when he calls me that. Who does he think he is. Well, I am lying.

Some part of me actually likes it. Some weird part. "Why? Why me? I don't even know your name. I don't know anything about you. I am nothing like you. You probably kill people, whereas I -"

"Enzo" he says, interrupting me. My eybrows raise, confusion written all over my face. "My name is Enzo", he smiles. For a moment I loose myself in his smile. And then I blink and bring myself back to reality. Enzo.

When my gaze sharpens again, I notice that he moved. He now sits at the armchair beside me and continues "You're wrong again, Elena. We're not entirely different. We do have things in common, princess. "

I feel the air being pulled out of my lungs. Great now my lungs too, won't work.

I don't know how he knows my name, but the way he said it, does things to me. Things I can't describe. Things I haven't felt. Butterflies fill my stomach. The effects that man has on me by just talking is unbelievable. What else would he be able to do to my body if he actually touched me -

I immediately cut these thoughts short and force myself to focus on Mr. Hot, who patiently waits for an answer. However, I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything. I use the silence to observe him and I notice how his gaze lingers on my necklace for longer than what is seen as normal.

When he looks up again he sighs and stands up. "I have to go now", he smiles "But don't worry princess, we'll see each other again soon".

...

Later that day I lay on my bed thinking about what happened today and trying to ignore the butterflies that awake in my stomach whenever I think about my fiance. My hot fiance.

I still can't get over how his voice affects me. I've never felt anything towards someone. And now when it happens that I feel soemthing towards someone, it has to be a mafia boss. Probably a ruthless killer. What is wrong with me?

I sigh and close my eyes as I remember the way he looked at me. And then I remember his name. Enzo. Somehow when he told me his name I felt safer. He suddenly didn't look so terrifying anymore. For a moment I completely forgot that he works for the mafia. No, he is the mafia.

Enzo. His name kind of sent a type of reassurance through me. I don't know why but his name feels so familiar. I am trying really hard to find anything I could associate with his name. However I come up empty- handed. Eventually I fall asleep with his name still running through my mind.

Enzo. I'm sure I heard that name before.