His Guilty Pleasure

12

Valentina's pov :

"Well, hello." Mr big bad wolf said.

I looked at him frightened and took a step back.

"Sirr. Hi, how are you?" I tried to sound calm but it was difficult in the moment.

I was literally alone in the middle of the night with a mafia boss slash murderer.

"Why are you here so late?"

He stepped closer to me and I took another step back.

"I couldn't sleep. You?" I asked him.

" I had a business to finish."

"Okk." I added.

He stared at me and I stared back.

Awkward.

He kept staring at me and he tilted his head to the side signaling something.

I stared at him confused and he sighed as he took another step towards me and grabbed my waist.

God, the veins in his hands with the light of the moon are just. Wow.

"Emm, what are you-"

He moved me to the side and opened the fridge.

"You know, you could have asked me to move. It's not that hard."

That's what she said.

"Why did you faint?" He asked me and I looked at him confused.

I went to the island and sat on it.

" It's nothing. I just didn't eat well today."

"You should eat." He said as he grabbed a green apple and took a bite.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't. I just spent 500k on you so I think it's pretty clear why I don't want you to die."

I nodded my head and he looked at me.

He wore sweatpants and he was shirtless. His hard abs were showing and his tattoos looked mesmerising in the moonlight. He caught me staring and smirked.

"Will you stop undressing me with your eyes?"  he said.

"I wasn't staring. I was just focused on your tattoos." I tried to save it but he didn't believe me.

"Hm, yeah, sure."

He took a step closer to me and placed his hands to both sides of my legs, trapping me between the island and him.

"What was the last thing you ate?" He asked me, his face inches apart from mine.

" I- emm. I don't remember but it's ok."

He sighed and grabbed another apple. He washed it and gave it to me. I looked at him as if he were crazy and he signaled me to eat it.

I rolled my eyes and took a bite.

"Good girl."

I blushed and lowered my head as he looked at my outfit.

I guess  putting on my Christmas pyjamas was a bad idea.

"How is santa?" He said as he tried to hide his smile.

I've never seen him smile. He always hides it.

" Ha ha. Very funny. I forgot my non-festival pyjamas back home."

"It's ok. They're cute." He said and moved his face closer to mine our lips almost touching.