The Mafia's Girl

Chapter 9. Idiot

I was right, I shouldn't have believed him, I should have known it was too good to be true, as soon as he gained even an inch of my trust he rips it apart, god i'm such an idiot. Let me back track a little for you, I woke up early as usual ready to tackle my new and improved chore list, excited that I had less to do and kinda nervous about eating with Cole, but I was optimistic about the day. Thats where I'm a dumbass. I took one look at my chore list and knew it was all a lie, I had found a new version of my list slid under my door waiting for me when I got up, the list was three times the size of what we discussed, he lied to me, he played me. 

I sat on the edge of my bed staring down at the list, my eyes turning blurry from unshed tears, I cant believe I was that stupid, how could I trust someone like him anyway, he's a murderer, a monster, he gets off on other peoples pain, why did I choose to believe he was a good guy. Getting up form the bed I head to my closet and grab my uniform feeling a wave of depression hit me, so this is life now, no fucking different than at home. I grab my list and head downstairs towards the kitchen, my first job, except now I had to scrub the floors on my hands and knees. I get down and get started, no sense in complaining about it, nothing in my life will ever change, no matter how hard I wished for it. 

I hear footsteps enter the kitchen and look up to see Cole walking towards me, I look back down and continue scrubbing, "Annabelle, what are you doing?" he asks me, oh so thats how we're going to play it, feigned shock huh?, okay I'll play along, "Cleaning, like I was assigned" I tell him not looking up from the floor, just scrubbing harder. "Why are you scrubbing the floor?" he asks still looking confused, wow he's a pretty good actor, got to give him credit for that, "Because its my job" I tell him staring into his eyes, trying to project as much hatred towards him as I can muster. "This isn't your job though" he tells me his eyes soft while they look into mine, wow he is really going to take this all the way isn't he, "If its on my list, then its my job, now if you would excuse me Sir I would like to get back to work" I then look back down and continue on with my job. 

I then have my sponge ripped out of my hand and I am hoisted up onto the counter now face to to face with the devil himself, "I didn't give you that job" he tells me impossibly close to my face, if I wasn't so angry him right now I would find this a turn on, but all I can think about is kicking him between the legs. "It was on my list" I tell him my voice getting quieter, "Fuck the list!" he tells me ripping it in two, I gasp, great now I have to guess what my other jobs are, you fucking asshole, "What the fuck did you do that for!?" I scream at him all of my pent up rage coming to the surface, he's eyes harden, "Did you just swear at me?" he asks in a menacingly low voice, my eyes widen, oh shit, here comes the slap, its gonna hurt a lot coming from him considering he's built like a brick shit house. 

The slap however doesn't come, instead my face is grabbed between two large muscular hands and my lips are pulled to his soft, juicy, plump ones, wait, he's kissing me? Is this his form of punishment, i'm so confused. He runs his finger through my hair pulling my lips closer to his, he nibbles on my bottom lip causing me to gasp and slips his tongue in fighting for control with mine, screw you, i'm not giving in that easily, so I fight back, yeah not my smartest idea, he then removes a hand from my cheek and place it on my lower cheek, bring my front to his. This motherfucker is hard as shit, damn he huge. He precedes to grind his hips into mine and I see fucking stars, literal stars, how the fuck can he make something so small feel like something magnificent, I wonder how it would feel having him inside me. 

Before my imagination can run any wilder he pulls away rest his head against mine and looks into my eyes breathing heavily, I stare back turned on by so confused, "I like it when you fight back, when you talk to me like that, its a turn on" he tells me smirking, fuck if I wasn't wet I am now. "You like it when I argue with you?" I question him thinking I must not have heard right, this is the same person I was warned not to argue with, but he likes it? "Fuck yes I do, seeing you all angry and flustered, it makes me hard as a rock, want to feel?" he asks me before placing my hand on him, what the fuck, what is he doing? I just sit there frozen with my hand on him. "Grip me baby" he tells me, I stare at him with wide eyes, "Go on, do it" he encourages me covering my hand with his and squeezing a little bit, I feel him throbbing in my hand and realise that he wasn't lying when he said me yelling at him turned him on. 

With a burst of confidence I pull his head to mine with my spare hand and kiss him hard, all of a sudden wanting him so bad and missing the feeling of his lips on mine. I kiss him hard, like he kissed me shoving my tongue into his mouth enjoying the taste of him, wanting more, but not knowing what the limits are, I moan into his mouth and he pulls away backing up as far as he can from me looking at the ground. I get off the bench and walk over to him placing a hand on his arm, "Are you okay?" I ask him, he just looks up at me brushing my arm off of him like I had just burned him and backs away to the entrance of the kitchen, "Get back to work maid and don't touch me again" He yells at me before running out of the room. 

Okay what the fuck just happened? God i'm such an idiot.