Dan is a wealthy gang owner seeking out the perfect partner to work along side him. You, a grieving widow, seek out an opportunity to survive and make money without your husband. Will you and Dan come to an agreement and strike a deal?
I ran my thumb across my cheek, the water droplet resting there breaking at the contact. My eyelashes were wet, I wasn't made to cry. I hate this. I stood up, squeezing the wood of the desk in my white knuckles. I clenched my fist and knocked a paper weight to the floor out of anger.
Happy early birthday to me.
Why she had to do this, today, I'll never know. My teeth dug into my lip, breaking the skin so my mouth tasted of metal. My mind was racing. Did she truly feel that way? Like she had to repay me, rather than actually liking me. The slightest possibility of liking me. It was clear she was jealous and angry, that's all. But she was jealous.
My heart ached.
There was a gentle knock on the door and I swiped at my cheeks to make sure there was no remnants of sorrow there. I opened the door and Phil was stood there, his arms crossed and worry lines etched all over his face.
"What happened?" He asked, simply and bluntly and I felt my nerves surge down my body to my feet to make them heavy.
"She kissed me, drunkenly kissed me because she was jealous of that woman, she said knew I wanted to be repaid, but I don't." The words poured out of me, and Phil stood, soaking it all in before his lips thinned together to make a line.
"Dan. I can't tell you what to do, but the first impression you made towards her was hateful and lustful, that's something she thinks hasn't changed. I know she's noticed a change in you, so have I, but she has no idea. I know you're confused because she's not 'your type' and you've never experienced this before, but work things out in your head. You have to know what you want before you can do anything. We know that her mindset hasn't changed much from when she arrived. So when you're level headed, change it."
"Ph--"
"Goodnight Dan. Don't let this phase you. I know you. You haven't let things bigger than this get past you," he said. I watched him turn and head to his room and I paused to let the monologue sink in. I walked down the hall to my room, realizing now, I don't know what I want.
I might love her, but I don't know.
Do I want to be with her? I don't know.
Would she ever love me? I don't know.
But I won't let it phase me.
I'll know soon.
I won't let it phase me.
I opened the door to my room, the door handle frozen from the night air. I walked in, a black box catching my eyes. It lay upside down on my bed, and I picked it up with great care. I pulled a little slip of paper from the ribbon around it and unfolded it.
From (y/n)
I paused and pulled at the ribbon, undoing it, and sliding the top off the box. Inside there was another slip of paper and black tissue surrounding the gift. I opened the next slip.
I noticed you don't really wear hats that often, and I think you'll look good in this one.
I set the note aside and pulled out the tissue, revealing a black flat cap, soft and new.
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I put it on my head and it fit like a glove. I took it off and set it in the box. I stood up and walked out of the room, pausing at (y/n) door. I hesitated but entered, looking down at her sleeping figure, my heart aching again. I smiled slightly before coming in further.
Her face was at peace after such an emotionally frantic evening. Her brain must be tired. I bent down and kissed her forehead, wishing her a migraine free morning, and exited.
I will not let it phase me.
(Y/n)'s POV
I woke up with a sharp pain in my mind, making my vision blurry. My eyes hurt as if I were staring at the sun and my lungs felt thick and heavy in my ribcage, pinning me down to the bed. This was no grogginess of sleep. I gingerly sat up and kept my eyes shut tight to combat the pain.
My mind skimmed over last night as I shed the now wrinkled dress. I had done bad things. Made my mistakes. Dan's birthday was in two days, and I had ruined last night for him by drinking away my feelings. Clearly they didn't go away, but I was given the courage and audacity to say something.
To throw myself on him like an idiot. I stepped into the shower letting the cold water turn warm on my skin. The steam relaxed my tense muscles and my eyes dropped at the warmth. I could fall asleep in here if it weren't for the splitting headache that was subsiding.
What would I say to him? I dried the droplets off my skin and headed out to get dressed. He was clearly mad wasn't he? He seemed to be last night. He pushed me away and slammed the door so clearly I'd be fired, that's just how it was. I seem to forget he's the boss sometimes. What a stupid mistake.
He must think I want him now. It's more complicated than that. He must think I was only trying to repay him, I said so myself. It's much more than that. It was so confusing. Did he truly want me to stay around and 'pay' him back? Or did he keep me around for other reasons. Clearly subconsciously I think it's the first, but I hope it's not true. I got dressed and put up my hair, heading downstairs for a cup of tea.
I know I'll run into him, and I don't know how it will go over, but I do it anyway. Can't avoid the facts forever.
