The Mafia's Girl

Chapter 8. Maybe?

Waking up in the arms of the man who made you feel such pain is a strange feeling, on one hand I want to cut his arms off so he cant touch me but on the other I don't want him to ever let me go. I lie in his bed wide awake but unable to move, his arm is firmly wrapped around my waist effectively pinning me to the mattress, but you see we have one small problem, I have to pee, like badly, like if he doesn't let me go in the next 10 seconds this bed and I are gonna get to know each other a little too much if ya know what I mean. I try to wiggle out of his grip but every time I do he pulls me even closer and as cute as it is i'm gonna kill him if he doesn't let me go, "Umm Mr Thompson?" I whisper remembering that i'm not supposed to call him by his first name and start to shake his shoulder gently trying not to piss him off. He just hums in his sleep snuggling deeper into my neck giving it a little kiss, a shudder runs through me at the contact, but doesn't really take away the feeling in my bladder.

"COLE!!!!!" I scream having no other choice, he jumps up out of the bed tripping over the sheet in the process and falls flat on his face, with wide eyes I scramble over to the edge of the bed only to find his on his back glaring up at me, I smile sheepishly at, "Ummm, sorry, I had to pee?" my statement came out as a question, he just continues to stare at me, it's kinda turned into a staring contest, then he furrows his eyebrows, "Well are you going to pee?" he asks, oh shit, I jump up out of the bed and race to the bathroom shutting the door behind me and am finally able to experience some relief, I sit with a contented smile on the toilet enjoying the emptying of my bladder, until I hear a knock on the door. "Umm, yeah" I say, "When you're done we need to talk" Cole says, oh goody, sounds fun....not. "Okay" I reply finishing up and flushing, as I wash my hands I start going through the possibilities for this conversation, coming to one conclusion, he's going to tell me that last night meant nothing and that things will be going back to normal, I sigh, oh well, it was nice while it lasted.

I exit the bathroom to find him sitting at his desk with two plates of breakfast food siting in front of him, I frown, I though he wanted to talk, "I thought you night be hungry, want to have breakfast with me?" he asks with a smile gesturing to the seat in front of his desk, opposite him. I walk over to the chair sceptical, I don't really trust him yet and I've had this trick played on me before, the nice act, breakfast together and then a backhand to the face and a kick to the ribs. I sit down not taking my eyes off of him expecting him to strike at me any second, "So, I wanted to apologise for last night again, I was out of line, no one should have to see that roomer be forced to clean it, I hope you can forgive me?" he asks hopeful, I just stare at him, this has to be some kind of trick, he wants me to forgive him? But I thought he didn't care bout me or what I wanted, he was an asshole who did as he pleased, why would he want my forgiveness, it has to be some game of his, but on the other hand if I don't forgive him I could get an even worse beating, fuck what do I do? "Annabelle?" he asks looking at my eyes with concern, yeah fake concern, "I forgive you" I say with the sweetest smile I could conjure up, his eyes light up, I think he bought it. Jokes on you motherfucker I see right through your bullshit.

"Eat up, I don't want your food to get cold" he tells me before eating, I then look down to see the toast, eggs, bacon and fruit on my plate, hmm, nice breakfast, it would be a kind gesture if it was real. I smile at him and start eating, waiting to see if I taste anything wrong with the food, I mean he's eating it too so I guess its not poisoned, right? I dig in anyway, even if it does kill him at least my last meal would have been good. I finish my food in record time and then sit there quietly while he finishes his, "Are you full?" he asks me trying to start conversation, I just nod, fuck you asshole, he sighs, "Look I know you're probably shit scared of me right now and I don't blame you, but I wasn't joking when I said things will be different, you're still my maid and I still own you but I don't want to see you hurt or sad, I definitely don't want to see you cry again, so maybe we can talk about what chores you want to do and go from there?" he asks, I sigh, maybe he's not so bad after all. "I don't mind working in the garden and I like doing laundry, i'm okay with doing the kitchen but cleaning all the bathrooms and all the floors its too much for one person" I tell him, he sits for a moment mulling over my words, "Okay that seems reasonable, the kitchen, garden and laundry will be your new chores, but I have one more request of you" he states, "What is it?" I ask knowing that went way to smoothly for me, "I would like for you to eat your meals with me" he says, I look at him with my mouth open wide, thats a weird request, but I guess its okay, "Okay" I say and he smiles. 

After our conversion I asked to go back to my room, I don't know how to act around him, he gives me the creeps and butterflies at the same time, its weird and I need space from him, at least for today He agreed for me to go back to my room but made me promise that I wouldn't Donny cleaning today, that I would just rest, I obviously agreed, I mean why wouldn't I, I don't want to fucking clean. I left his room with him trailing beside me, he said it was safer if I was escorted, I don't know what he means by safer, the only one to hurt me has been him, but okie dokie, we arrive at my room and he turns me to look at him, I stand there fidgeting with my fingers looking down, he lifts my chin and looks into my eyes, swallowing hard he leans down and leaves a chaste kiss on my lips and then backs away, giving me one last smile he retreats down the hall. I reach my fingers up to my lips feeling them tingle, okay that was weird, good, but weird, I shake off the feeling and head into my room and climb straight into bed, I could sleep. for 3 years at this point, so if it's my day off I'm fucking sleeping, night.