My Boyfriend's in the Mafia

Chapter Four: The Christmas Party

Chapter Four

        T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, Annabell was stirring, trying to force on her blouse...

        I imagined this parody in my head and started to laugh a little as I pulled on my blouse and pencil skirt. It's true, it was Christmas Eve, and I had bought a 'Secret Santa' gift for whoever receives it. It was just that kind of party.

        I had just finished putting on my makeup and then my shoes, when someone rang my doorbell. I raced down the stairs, opening up the door. I immediately knew Derek was waiting for me on the other side. However, I did not expect him to be dressed in a full-out tuxedo, or bring flowers for me.

        “To the lady,” he said, bowing to me as he handed me the flowers. “Aww,” I cooed as I read the note. To my very own Bella, the note said.

        “I know you like Estella Rijnvelds, so I brought you some.” He was right; they were my absolute favorite flower, hands down. In my opinion, they were the prettiest of them all.

        "Thank you," I tried to say. He put his hands in his pockets while he shrugged and looked to the ground as his cheeks turned pink. I guess he was really listening when we were talking about little things, like how my favorite color is sea green, or how my favorite flowers are red Parrot Tulips. I thought he was just making conversation, but I guess he really did want to know.

        I already had my purse in my hand so I set the flowers down on the table beside the door, and picked up my purse and the ‘Secret Santa’ gift. Derek put his arm out for me to hook on to, so I took it.

        As he escorted me to the car, I could feel his eyes on me, totally checking me out. He whispered in my ear, “Did I tell you that you look absolutely stunning tonight?” My cheeks heated up as his breath felt warm on my neck, sending little sparks off on my skin.

        I got into the car. He sprinted to the other side of the door just as I realized how nice of a car this is. He sat down and turned on the engine. “What type of car is this?” I asked in amazement, running my hand over the smooth leather. “This is the 2015 Lamborghini Huracan LP 610-4.”

        I had no idea what that meant, but I know that it is an extremely nice car. I also happen to know that this car is not at any dealerships yet...

        I furrowed my eyebrows. “I thought they aren't even selling this car yet? How'd you get it?” I asked him. He swallowed nervously, starting to play with his earring, saying mysteriously, “I have connections.”

        As he was driving, I became wary as to what type of connections he might have.

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        We pulled up into Drew's driveway and Derek put the car in 'park' mode, turning off the engine. I started to open the door when he said, “Wait!” I froze in my tracks as he got out of the car, closed his door, ran to the other side of the car, and then proceeded to open up my door for me.

        He held out his hand to help me out of his car. He pulled me in close, giving me a hug. “Was that really necessary?” I asked, whispering in his ear. He came in close to my ear and whispered, the feel of his hot breath on my neck lighting sparks. “Of course it wasn't necessary. It's just what a gentleman does.” He released me from his entrapping hug and took hold of my hand. We walked up to the door and he knocked firmly, our hands stuck together like glue.

        Almost immediately, the door was opened by my boss who was also dressed up, just as Derek was. I actually felt a little underdressed. Drew gave me a look saying, ‘I told you so,’ just as I remembered what he said about the boy who walked me back to work. But it was so dark, I’m sure that Drew couldn’t even see Derek’s face.