Mafia's tomorrow

12-Shopping

After showing me my room, Jax had left telling me to knock next door if I needed anything.

Surprisingly, he was taking it all well. I expected him to be hostile and grumpy, but here he was welcoming me. I could feel myself getting paranoid. To get rid of those thoughts, I shake my head.

The next door was apparently his.

If I were him, I would keep myself away. For a mafia king, he surely is very trustworthy.

It was late, so I decided to change and get into deep slumber.

So I did.

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I groan. I feel as if my eyes are being burnt alive. As I try and fight those torturous morning rays coming out of that window which my useless self left uncovered last night, I slowly try to open my eyes.

As they are too powerful with their sunlight gun rays, I squint my eyes and cover myself with the duvet.

Dramatic, I know. But hey, that's me in the morning.

I open my eyes wide and then bring down the duvet slowly. After I am adjusted with the environment, I sit up and sigh.

I close my eyes and sit at the edge of the bed taking deep breaths. After I am fully aware of my surroundings. I relax on my bed sitting. That is my way of avoiding caffeine.

This is how I am fully aware of my surroundings.

I could not develop a habit of coffee or get any addiction, that was one of the few good advises by my dad. If any situation comes up, where I am not supplied with these things, I might survive but will have side effects of those things. Like pounding of head without coffee or tea for caffeinated people.

I grab the jug from the nightstand and a glass. I drink one and get up.

I take out jeans and a pink sweater. I go to the bathroom and get bathed, brushed and changed. I sit in front of the mirror and comb my hair. I do not feel like making a bun or anything, so I make a lose ponytail. Some tendrils of my hair fall on my face. And I look okay.

Just for the safety, I put on some baby pink lip gloss and mascara.

Mas-Cara. I internally roll my eyes at my joke and put on my sneakers.

I go downstairs to the kitchen.

I am not surprised to see Sophia there. I greet her good morning. And she replies it with a dazzling smile.

I grab my plate and pile it with some eggs and bacon, with orange juice on my side.

Sophia is already munching on her food. I look at the watch and it is 9.

Hm, I woke up early today. Well, if I were to given a chance I wouldn't wake up before 11. You see, I am not a morning person.

Then enters my fiancé, in his glory. Literally. His messed up hair with half closed eyes and that white t-shirt which gives my eyes the access to his hard-earned muscles. I could feel the blush creeping up so I avert my gaze.

"Good morning."

Holy shit, that voice is even more sexy in the morning.

When I do not reply, he says in my ears, " Good morning, Cara." I involuntarily shiver but reply within a few seconds.

"Good morning." But that might have come up as a squeak of a mouse. I scold myself for not resisting his charms.

I clear my throat and repeat again. I look up to see him smirk.