My Wife Is a Hacking Mafia

Chapter VI

Lisa's POV

"Thanks for the coffee, Lisa."  She smiled, and my heart felt a thump of excitement. It's strange and quite confusing, so interesting.

I smiled a little inside, to not make it obvious. "We haven't ordered yet." She laughs and playfully slaps my arm. I don't know why she did that, but her touch is extraordinary. Extraordinarily weird.

"You look like you had a good sleep over the years, Lisa." I coughed and looked at her. She's smiling and laughing while covering her beautiful lips. Like a real lady would do. "How do you feel?" She caresses my cheek.

Is she flirting with me? I don't have time for flirting. I'm not the kind of person who flirts too. I don't know how to flirt. To annoy and to scare people is what I'm best at, so this flirt thing is new and shamelessly boring

How do I know it's flirting. Maybe it's not. "Are you flirting?" Maybe I'm assuming things again.

"My oh my, aren't you the cutest? Asking, with so many assumptions, say, I'll ask you this, do you think I'm flirting?" I don't know how to answer her difficult question. I think she is? She moved closer and faced me sternly. She doesn't look like a whore, points for that.

"I don't think so. I'm not aware of how things work." I said fixing my collar.

"Are you a programmed bot? Get a bit loose. Have fun." I shook my head, denying that having fun is a must in a human. "Look here, Megatron. Let's keep in touch, let's have fun, let's go out."

"Why are you doing this?" I'm curious about why she wants me to have fun so bad. I see no value.

"Are you seriously going to be like this? Duh, we're going out as friends. I'll be your friend, Megatron."

"Why would I want that?"

"Everyone is pledged to be my friend. You're lucky I'm offering you a lifetime edition, Megatron." She snapped her fingers, looking at me that gave me a horrid feeling. She's absurd.

"Does that offer include rubbers?"

"With or without, but I suggest focusing on this friendship rather than getting inside my pants." I squinted my eyes, not sure if I should trust what she said. "I want to be friends. What's not clicking, Lisa?"

"I never thought you have that kind of kink, Jennie." I joked.

Her eyes were in a confused haze. "What?"

"Friends and Benefits, right?" As I said that, her eyes opened broad wide. While kicking my leg a bunch of times, is this even normal? "You're a sadist."

"No, you're weird, you Megatron!" Weird, her face is red. Is she having allergic reactions? Or maybe she's blushing?

"Your face. It's so red." I hunched over and touched her cheeks. She's hot. Maybe she has a fever? It's quite cold today, so yeah, that's probably right. She looked away, reaching for my hand; her soft and warm hand, just to squeeze mine, and left to find a seat.

A lingering feeling got stuck on my skin and struck me turning me into a stone.

I looked over to my vacant hand, never felt so lonely in ages. The last time my hand got occupied was the day my father left.

So many things had happened in these hands. They don't deserve the warmth but deserve the ice of agony. I have killed numerous people. Some were innocent, and some were pure evil. Whenever I looked at my hand. All I see and feel is blood, filth, anger, anguish, shame, and fear of what I'm capable of doing

I went running to her, "I apologize for what I've done. I did not mean to touch you."

"You're a moron and a hopeless romantic." She rolled her eyes. How am I a moron? I was showing an act of kindness. But then I get called that I'm a moron? Maybe she's right. I was a moron for putting myself into this position.

I grabbed the menu and gave it to her. "Take a pick, Jennie." She took the menu and started browsing.

"I'll take a latte. How about you?"

"Black brewed." Her face was showing disgust. What did I do? She's looking at me like I sinned? "What?"

"Who goes to a cafe and orders black brewed?"

"Me."

"Whatever, Megatron." She looked at the waitress and called her over. "Hey, Seulgi. We would like to have one latte and one black brewed coffee. And we would like to take it on the road, thank you." She seems popular here.

"No problem, Jennie. Leave the fee to me. It's your first time bringing a date over, so it's on the house." The Seulgi girl said.

I frowned, "Oh, no. You've mistaken us, lady. I just planned on buying her coffee. It's my way of saying thank you."

"I'm not a lady. You're making me sound like I'm old and wrinkly." She shivered.

"Thank you, my ass," Jennie whispered loud enough for me to hear. I glared at her, but missy glared back. I swear I only felt tingles. The Seulgi girl left smiling. What is wrong with these people? "Why did you want to have coffee with me? To say thanks for making you cum?" She glared.

Why did I even say that? And why is she acting like that? "No, I did not mean it like that." I started scratching my finger with my nail.

"You look guilty enough. Go sit down, Megatron. Stop acting like you're animatronic. You don't work for Chuck E. Cheese." I nodded and sat down.

"Here you go, lovebirds. Your coffees to go, wink wink." Seulgi went back to give us our coffee.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, being skeptical about drinking the coffee. Both of the girls in front of me started laughing hysterically. "What?" I asked. I don't understand what I did funny for them to laugh like hyenas.

"Loosen up. This is your date after all." The lady said.

"I am loose, Lady."

"Stop calling me Lady!" This Seulgi girl almost bonked my head.

"Then I would like you to make this coffee again." I sternly said.

"Why?" The two asked.

"Just please? I'll pay for everything." She nodded and went to Jennie to whisper something. Jennie started to giggle. When Seulgi went away she started glaring. What did I do?

"Megatron, remember I told you to not be stiff and loosen up?" Yeah? I nodded. "You did the opposite. Now you're getting punished."

"What can you even do?"

She smirked and whispered close to my ear.