Mr. Mafia

Two

I stared at Mr. Ricci in horror.

Love

He thinks I love him? But love is the least think on my mind. He wants me to marry him. As in to give him my life forever.

Mr. Ricci, the offer is nice, but i think you got the wrong idea." i said, yanking my arm from his.

"What do you mean, Mary?" He asked.

"Sir, i don't love you. I don't know what made you think that but i'm sorry. I'm just your maid and your my boss and that's all that will ever be." I said, bluntly. I'm a very blunt person, but saying this killed me. "Now that doesn't mean i don't care about you but i'm only eighteen, i'm not ready for marraige!" I exclaimed.

Mr. Ricci got up from his knees and just looked at me. "Mary you know you love me."

"Mr. Ricci. I'm pretty sure I would know if I loved you." I said crossing my arms.

"So why do you clean up even though I make a mess? Why do you go out and buy me medicine when I'm sick? Why do you wear these provocative clothes around me like right now."

"Because that's my job!" I exclaimed, "I buy you medicine because I want you to get well. Not because I love you. That's who I am. As for the clothes, I never wear this around you. These are my night clothes."

"Mary I don't understand. Why won't you marry me? Am I not attractive?"

Mr. Ricci was not very attractive. He was 5'5 and was from Jersey and he had a typical Jersey Italian accent. He had a beer belly. He had a brown eyes and mr. Ricci was a little bald. Not to mention he always smelled like cheese.

Yes. Cheese.

"Sir. My answer is no. Please respect that." I said .

I may be mean but this was hard. I never thought I would say no to a proposal. I genuinely felt bad. I really wasn't ready for marriage. Hell, I didn't even have a college degree.

"Maria, please say yes."

My heart broke. He never called me Maria.

"I-I can't."

"Maria. I really do think your the one for me. I understand that your young. But don't you wanna have kids young? Enjoy time with your kids? I can give you everything you need. Food, water, a roof over your head, clothes and money. So I'll respect your answer, but just know that I will always be here." And with that Mr. Ricci  left the room. Leaving me with the ring in my hand.

I watched him as he went to his office and drop the roses by his door. My heart was aching. I never liked hurting people, but I could never give my life away to someone I have no feelings for. He's 12 years older and my fault was that when I first started working here, I was nervous, so I made the mistake of telling him, that I was into older guys.

Maybe that's why he thought, I liked him. But he said he loved me. I don't think anyone else would ever love me. I was a fat kid until this past year and a half. But now I have this decent guy who loves me.

If I felt that there wasn't hope for me. I would have said yes and settle but somehow I felt there was hope. Just a little bit of hope.

That maybe one day I could go home and find someone who I love and would love me unconditionally.

But that's the problem.