Arranged to the Mafia King

6. Different Side of King

"Tell me something I don't know about Damian." He murmurs, making me smile as I bit my lip. Looking away with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Thought you knew everything about me?" I mock, and he raises his hands in defense.

"I thought I did. But it's always okay to ask the person you believe you know so well, who they are as a person. Just to...make sure your facts are straight."

I smirk, facing him as I drink some of my coffee. Wondering what I would tell him about myself. Since I'm a guy I'm used to a girl telling me about herself and putting it into elaborate contexts.

I'm not used to having to describe myself to someone else... I think I understand what women go through now when men ask them to describe themselves.

You think of who you are whole as a person in your head, but how do you put it into words? It's harder to do, more harder than I thought...

"I'm tough and don't let people get to me too easily. It's hard to break down my wall that I naturally have up because I don't have time to be walking around feeling hurt. I have a life and need to just keep living it. As well as being an extrovert, I can have fun when I want to. I like being around people...to an extent.

"One thing I hate is the words 'true love' because I don't think there's such a thing. You find someone and you obviously love them and marry them. Suddenly they're your 'true love'. Those words are thrown around too much and I hate gushy couples as well. When I was in a relationship you never saw us making out in a corner or flirting like weirdos. We held hands and respected others...

"But besides that, I think I am overall just an...idiosyncratic." I finish, Gideon nodding as it looked like he took everything I said to heart. Opening his cup as he took an ice cube out and threw it in his mouth. Hearing him chew on it while it seemed like he was deliberating on my words in his head.

Somehow feeling good that I could say what I was as a person, it was kind of empowering. Not sure why but at least someone knew who I was and didn't assume or judge.

"Idiosyncratic...I always liked that word..." He mused, glancing at me and smirking." I kinda took you for the anomalous type. But the word you used is so much better. I see you much more clearly now, thank you for the information."

I smile, feeling my hands get warm and my cheeks become warm too. But I was taking it for the venti coffee I was holding in my hands.

"Tell me something about Gideon now." I pipe up, and he raises his eyebrows." I never asked you this question so tell me about Gideon King. Infamous Mafia King. Protagonist or antagonist... Vanilla or chocolate... Sun or moon... Hot or cold...?"

Gideon nodded, putting his hand in his cup again as he pulled out an ice cube.

"Look at this, and what do you think when you first see it?"

I frown, but just answer the question.

"I think of melted diamonds. It looks like a diamond that's melting."

"Well, that's perfect. This ice cube is me. You leave it in the cold and away from the evil heat of others. Once it touches it, it begins to melt. Melt from stress and you fight with all your might to try to keep what was you solid... Yet no matter what you do it'll just turn into water...and it's too late. You're evil, and can never go back to you. Because then you're evaporated...without even seeing that you've become evil. Now you've become the evil heat to melt others as well... It's just a reoccurring pattern in the King family and I don't want to melt you... I want you to stay solid."

I stared in awe, seeing him wipe his hands off onto his pants as he ate another ice cube.

"To answer your questions: antagonist, vanilla, moon, and cold." He answers, pointing at me." You?"