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Say Yes, Darling Mafia - Chapter 13
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Rhett Cho
I knock on Elian’s bedroom door but get no answer from him. So, I walk inside discreetly but don’t see him anywhere.
His bed is not tided up and he has shorts on the floor. I hear the water running in the bathroom.
I stand in the door and watch him do his make up again. He has so many products that I’m seeing for the first time.
He takes the line thingy and my eyes widen. I watch him carefully and open my mouth amazed when he does a perfect line in just three goes.
“Oh my god.” He screams and jumps up. I catch him so he doesn’t walk into the bathtub. “why are you just standing there?”
He looks at me shocked. “I didn’t see you.”
“I’m sorry. I was watching you do your make-up. I’m used to being quiet so people don’t notice me.”
“The mirror didn’t even catch you or …well, maybe I was too focused on the eye liner.”
“You look so beautiful today. I’m glad because we need to go somewhere.”
“Where?” he takes his lip gloss.
“My father’s house to meet my side of the family. I was just about to tell you.” I caress his cheek.
He blinks at me. “Oh, today. You could have told me.”
“Darling, my father called me thirty minutes ago and insisted we stop by for lunch.
didn’t have a say in it but don’t worry, I’ll protect you from my evil siblings.”
“How many do o you have?” he looks up to me. I love our height difference (165 cm x 192).
“Three. Two sisters and one brother. I don’t even know which one is the worst.”
“So, I got the best sibling.” He smiles cutely.
16+activity.
“For sure.” I put my hands around his hips and bring him closer to me. He puts his hands on my chest.
“I’m so glad you stayed with me.” I put one hand on the back of his neck.
I lower myself to kiss him on the lips and he responds immediately. I lift him up and sit him on the sink.
He wraps his hands around my neck as continues the
kiss.
“What time do we need to be there?” he says breaking the kiss.
“One hour drive so we still have about an hour.”
“Okay.” He nods and devour his lips.
We get into one of my black Bugatti’s. I let my driver, Tobias, drive us again. I don’t mind driving but it’s so much easier to have my personal driver.
“We can leave now.” I say with a stern face and cold voice. Tobias nods at me and starts the engine.
“Are you nervous?” I whisper to Elian and smile at him.
“Yes. What if they don’t like me?”
“My father chose you out of the all people. Of course he will like you and if my siblings don’t, don’t take it personally.
They only love themselves, they don’t even love me. Father is the most important and you already have him around your finger.
Don’t show him you are scared or he will try to manipulate you. Oh and don’t really trust him anything.
Always ask me if it’s true before you over think. Really, he wasn’t the best mob for years for nothing.”
He gulps down. “I understand that. I guess I do trust people easily.”
I caress his cheek. “Don’t trust anyone besides you and me.” No one.
Elian’s pov
His father’s mansion reminds me of old money. It’s so beautiful. I didn’t know he had this type of style.
“Before there is any miscommunication. My father has a third wife and neither of us are her kids.
She is also younger so don’t mistaken her for my sibling. My youngest sister has a different mother than me.”
Third wife already? Oh wow. I hope that doesn’t run in the family.
“Okay, so… do you call her mom?” I look at Rhett.
“No, I don’t really like her. I just call her Alissa.” He intertwines my fingers with his and squeezes my hand.
So he has three siblings. Two have the same mom, I’m guessing the first wife and then one has a different mom, probably the second wife.
Now there is a third wife that has no kids and is very young. Off, so complicated for my brain.
“Oh my god, Rhett-yy.” I see a woman coming to us. She has tight dress on and drink in her hands.
Is this Alissa? Well, I don’t think his siblings would be this happy.
Alisa type of vibe
“Hey, Alissa.” Rhett just looks at her annoyed. Okay, he doesn’t like her. I know how hard it is to not have your mom around.
But to me, she actually looks sweet.
“Hello, you must be Elian right? I’m Alissa Cho, Rhett’s mom.”
“Step mom.” Rhett adds. Allisa looks a bit hurt but covers it with a smile.
“Oh, n-nice to meet you.” I shake her hand. She looks so expensive. I’m scared to touch her.
“You know, you are exactly how I imagined you. You are like a doll, beautiful.” She compliments me, “and so polite unlike …others.” She adds ironically.
I look at both Rhett and Alissa panicking. “Well, can we go to the house? I want to meet others too.” I say and they both agree.
His father is waiting in the hallway. He looks good for his age but I thought him and Rhett would look more alike.
Maybe Rhett has his mother’s genes.
“Elian, love,” he takes my hand looking at me like I’m some expensive painting, “we are so glad you will be apart of the Cho family.”
He looks down on my engagement ring. “It fits so perfectly.”
“Thank you, sir.” I give him a small smile. “Just Alberto.” I don’t know why but that name just
suits him.
“Dad, stop touching him so much, it’s weird.” Rhett gets in our conversation and gently brings me to him by the hips.
Alberto looks down on his hand touching me. “I see. My bad.” He smirks, “well, the food is ready.
Your siblings are so excited to see you.”
Rhett gives him a side eye and walk me to the kitchen.
I see three people sitting by the table arguing.
“Thiago, Leila, Hanna.” Rhett points to them not even letting me walk their way.
thiago vibe
Leila viibe
Henna Vibe
“Don’t be so possessive brother.” Leila say, “we are not going to snatch him away from you.”
“I wouldn’t.” Thiago eyes me and I lower my head.
“Neither of you have enough class to get married.” Rhett say making my heart beat faster.
“Rhett, be nice.” Alberto corrects him.
He just stood up for me. I don’t see anything wrong with that.
We sits down to the have our lunch and I get a bit nervous. They are all staring at me and I can’t even focus on what they are saying.
Rhett puts his hand on my thigh under the table and I feel safer.
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Byyyyyyy