The Mafia Troublemakers

5. Blushing breakfasts

Xavier's POV

'Who is he? Why did he leave? Why is she so upset over a dirt bag like that?' And the most important question going through my brain as I eat is 'Why do I care? She's literally a girl I picked up off the street' I guess it was the look on her face, or the tears welling up as she thought about this guy. I look up at the feeling of eyes on my face.

  "Well, dude, are you gonna eat or just push the food around? Cause if you don't want your food give it to me, this stuff is the best thing I've had in weeks." Zander says as he stuffs his face with the last bite on his plate, the food is pretty good. Too bad I don't have much of an appetite.

I pass my plate to my brother and get up from the table. I look around at the people and see... What's her name, Brielle, with her head down and her friend looking at me like I am the most horrible person ever. "I haven't the time for this. Zander you know where to find me if you need me, give these girls a room and a change of clothes for tomorrow and then draw up the papers I talked about earlier."

  I leave after that, but as I'm walking out a hear a chair scrape back, "Zander is it? Do you mind taking me up to my room now? It seems I've lost my appetite. You can return to your meal after, I'm truly sorry to disturb you." I hear her say.

With a heavy sigh I continue walking to my office. "wait... I um, I never actually got your name... And well thanks, for letting me cook, it's my stress reliever and, yeah... Thanks..."
 
  A timid almost sad voice calls from behind me, I turn and there stands Brielle and my brother a few steps behind her. She keeps looking down and her left hand is shaking around, a slight tinkling noise comes from a bracelet filling the silence. "You're welcome, and it's Xavier." And with that I turn and enter my office.
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  It's hours later when I emerge from my office that I notice voices and a light still on in one of the rooms. "I don't get it Ken, my cooking is the best, I've worked so hard to get where I am, I've got a bank appointment on Monday to get a loan to buy my own restaurant. And then, seeing someone reject my food like it's from a basic diner.... It hurt Ken. I've never seen anyone do that, and then this guy, he doesn't even take a bite before looking at it with disgust."

  I keep listening to the teary voice. Is this chick really crying over me not eating food? I mean it's just food. But the way she is talking about it, it's like me and my job, so much passion. I kinda feel bad. Kinda. I've just met this girl, like only 5 hours ago, and she's making me question my morals.

  After I feel like I'm gonna combust from stupid questions and this strange feeling to go eat all the leftovers to make this chick happy I decide that it's best if I walk to my room before I comply to my thoughts. 'What in the world is going on with me? I've never even had thoughts like that before, to try and make someone happy again after I've messed up'.

   I grab a shower and look at the clock, it's been hours since we brought these two chicks here and one already has me questioning everything. And so at 4:00am I decide that the moment I get what I need from these two, they will be gone. I will never see them again. Never see those green eyes, glasses and freckles again.

Brielle's POV

After staying up talking to Kendra into the early hours of the morning, I went and got my usual 3-4 hours of sleep. I was up at 8:30 that morning and after I showered and did my morning thing, I put on the clothes I found in front of the door and stared in the mirror in complete and utter embarrassment. "What in the world were these guys thinking..."

  I voice my thoughts as I continue looking in the mirror. In a tight blue dress that comes down to my knees,a v shaped neckline that shows how well endowed I am, and 4 inch black heels, I feel like high end prostitute. 'Here goes nothing' I think as I walk out of my room.

I don't make it far, for when I was about to turn the corner I run into a solid wall, and right when I'm about to fall, arms grab me and keep me from falling on my arse. Wait... Walls don't have arms...nor are they warm.

   "Oh shit!  Are you ok? Jeez I'm sorry!! I wasn't looking, these heels... I don't wear this stuff often and...oh jeez" I look up at the face of the person who caught me, well, I'm screwed. As Xavier looks down at me I can tell he is surprised to see it's me. "Brielle..." his voice is barely a whisper and if he keeps looking at me like that I may just explode.

   Clearing his throat, he lets go of me. And nods his head at me, "I see you are fine, now if you excuse me, I have....stuff, yeah! Stuff to do. Oh and at 10:00 I want to see you and your friend in my office, it's two doors down, to the right of your room" then he leaves me, gasping for air like a fish out of water.
 
  "Breakfast!!" I yell before he gets too far. he turns and looks at me like I've lost my mind. " I mean, have you had any? Breakfast I mean... I make mean French toast. If you like French toast that is. I can make pancakes too... I'm pretty good at making crepes. Ya know I'm just gonna go" I quickly rush out before stumbling down the steps.

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I'm making breakfast, in my own world, when I feel eyes on my body. I turn with the spoon in my hand. I made a strawberry sauce and I need a second opinion on it. "Taste." I say as I shove the spoon in the person's mouth, not checking to see who it is while I continue to make breakfast. "That's delicious il mio combattente." I tense. Don't notice. Please don't notice.

  He chuckles at my reaction and try's to dip his spoon back in the sauce while I'm distracted. Before he can, I slap his hand away, "no double dipping, get another spoon if you want another taste."

I turn and look at him full in the face, he has a surprised look on his face and is looking at me like I've kicked a puppy. " You just slapped me. no one has ever dared to that to me before." He says, the look on his face quickly turns from surprised to angry. "I-I am so so s-sorry. I-I-I just... I'm sorry" I stumble around my words, he looks like he is about to kill me.

The most glorious sound fills the room, he's laughing. At me. I'm not even mad bro, his laugh is beautiful. Much better than my asthmatic donkey laugh. "You... You looked terrified..." He gasps out between breaths.

I grab a pancake that I had made, you know the ugly one you test with, and shove it in his face when he opens his mouth for air. "Shut up and eat, I'll get you a plate." I turn back around. The sounds of his laughter still surrounding me.