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Say Yes, Darling Mafia - Chapter 5
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Elian
What does he want? If I’m wearing make-up, I’m a girl and if I have bare face, he’s mad.
Is there even a between? Maybe he just thinks I look ugly.
Also, he took my hair tie!
I tie the hair again and look at myself in the mirror. I don’t like this look on me.
I sit on the floor and let tears fall down my face. I know I’m so pathetic for crying but I’m just such an emotional person. It helps me to cry.
I wipe my tears and wash my face.
No. I can’t be pathetic like this again.
Maybe, he didn’t mean it. People say stupid things. Sometime. I will wear what I want to.
I dress into blue shorts, white tight top and high socks. I brush my hair and let them untied.
I match my eyeshadow with the shorts and draw some white flowers on the lids.
I leave the room walking downstairs. He is in the kitchen watching Rose cook. I can see she is finishing the food.
“You are here.” He announces as If we aren’t the only people here.
“Yeah.” I say shyly.
His eyes fall down on my shorts and exposed legs. She takes a deep breath and straightens his back.
“Change that.” He says blankly.
“No, I want to wear it.” What is wrong with him?
“You will not wear shorts around here, there are other man here too.” Why should I care that other men are here too?
“Just let him, Mr. Cho, it’s a sunny day.” Rose pats his chest. He looks at her annoyed.
“No. Change the clothes.”
“Into what? A dress since I look a girl to you?” I ask him a bit mad.
His face changes and he looks embarrassed.
“You don’t look … you are a man, I know that but please don’t show your skin around here so much.”
“I already changed my outfit two times because of you and you are still not happy.
I will not change the third time.”
He huffs and takes of his blazer. Then grabs my hips and wraps it around them.
“Don’t take it off.” He says sternly looking into my eyes “I will get mad if you do.”
“Food is ready. Sit down the table sirs.”
He moves the chair for me and I sit on the one next to it. He looks at me shocked and frowns.
Then sits opposite of me.
“I hope you will like it, Mr. Yun.”
“Just, Elian or Eli, it’s fine.” I look at Rose and she smiles happily.
“Thank you. I’ll leave you now, so you can have a nice talk together. Get to know each other. Here, some nice candle.” She lights up a candle next to us and then tip toes away.
“Is there anything you want to ask me?” he looks at me with lazy eyes. A lot of things.
Rhett
“Is there anything you want to ask me?” I look at him interested.
How can he wear such short shorts around the house? Does he not see we are not alone.
I bet my workers will look at him. I have to fire them before they do. But then, who will work for me?
I will just have to dress him up in turtle neck and sweat pants.
“Do you want to marry me?” he asks.
I’m taken back. Straight to the point. “No.” I answer honestly. He looks up to me hurt, “don’t take it in the wrong way but I found out about this two days ago.
I didn’t even know who you will be. I don’t mind you are a man, I’m bisexual.
But I still expected my father to choose woman so, everything is confusing for me.
He barely shared any details about our relationships.
Excuse me for not being the most comfortable.
And I’m not that into relationships.”
“I understand.” He looks down to his plate moving the pork against the food, not eating any.
“Do you want to get married?” I would be really surprised if he did.
“It doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I warn him. If I ask questions, they need to be answered.
“Not anymore.” Anymore? Which means he wanted to. My eyes widen. This man really wanted to? On his own. Fascinating.
“We need to get married either way, you know that.” I sip on my champagne.
“Hmm.” He plays with the food but doesn’t take a bite. He was so hungry, why isn’t he eating?
“You should eat so you have energy.”
“Hmm.” He is looking down on the plate.
“Is this not what you eat? Are you some vegan?” Iforgot what it is but Rose talked about it.
“I’m not.”
“Okay. Your father and I have a meeting tomorrow. Do you want to go too?”
“I want to see my dad.” He looks.
“Well, it’s not meet and great. It’s about the business deal.”
He nods. “Yes. I want to… see the business deal.”
“I can take you with me.” Then I think about this more deeply. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, I think I’ve seen this shyinnocent face before realizing something bad, “Elian, did your father explain you deeply what my work involves?”
He is wait too calm for marrying someone in the mafia. Usually people are crying and begging. Crossing the room and street.
Actually they don’t necessarily approach me if needed to. Not even my friends are purely comfortable with me.
Elian looks very emotional, how is he not panicking? Don’t tell me he doesn’t know. I really don’t want to be explaining this.
“He said you are in a gang that helps you with business.” Like explaining a child what sex means.
“I’m in the mafia, Elian.” Quickand efficient.
“Huh?” he goes pale.
His reaction is as I expected. Couldn’t my father or his explain it to him better? Some gang, please. Where are we?
I think it’s a very important detail they missed to share. We are in the mafia!
I sigh. “Yes. It is true. It’s a serious and dangerous group. Therefore, don’t be shocked about me using a gun and guards following us.
It’s for our safety.”
He looks at me terrified. “What?”
“Listen, it’s not my fault your dad didn’t say it on full mouth. He should have been honest with you. I know you are quite…well, you might get a bit emotional from this new and it’s okay.
Yes, I’m in the mafia. I’m the boss to be exactand nothing do is pretty. Don’t imagine some nice deals and everyone’s friendly.
That’s not how it works in the family.”
“I thought that, well, you just do tax fraud.”
I nod. “I also do that. One of the many things do.”
He breaths heavily. “Do you kill people?”
If I kill? That is always the first thing that people ask me. I don’t know what do they expect me to say and I don’t even know why they want to imagine it.
“I have personally never killed anyone.” I answer honestly.
“Do you torture people? And kidnapped them?”
“I’m only the boss giving orders and taking money. What my workers do, they do.”
“But-,”
I raise my hand and stop him. “Please, I don’t want to have this debate.I know you might think I’m absolutel disgusting and have hard feelings.
But the deal is made by our fathers. Your father knows but I guess he didn’t want to break your fragile heart, I understand.
Don’t be scared. Iwill never hurt you, I promise you that. You don’t need to get involved, you just need to do business like always. No one will hurt, I’ll take care of it.
I have guards to protect you and staff to take care of you. Don’t worry your head so much.
There is a small box in the blazer.”
“W-what?”
“The blazer around your hips. There is a box with your engagement ring. Please wear it everywhere so people know you are taken.”
He takes the box and open it. “It’s … a nice ring.” He says a bit disappointed. “Aren’t you going to propose?’
“Should I get on one knee or something?” I raise a
brow. He shrugs.
“I was just thinking.” He mumbles and puts the ring on
I sigh and walk to him. I move his legs so he’s facing me and grab the ring in my hand.
I get down on one knee next to him a cough.
“Elian Yun, will you make me … a happy man,” well, “and marry me?” I ask him and hold the ring out.
He smiles. “Yes.” He gives me his hand and gently touch his fingers. They are so soft. I put the ring on his ring finger and feel a strange feeling.
What does it mean?
“I want to go to my room now if you don’t mind.” He looks at the ring, “It’s just so many things on me at once.
The new house. Mafia. You proposing. I … please.”
“Okay.” I say and he leaves the room. Then I remember, he didn’t touch his food at all!
The new house. Mafia. You proposing. I … please.”
“Okay.” I say and he leaves the room. Then I remember, he didn’t touch his food at all!
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.Byyyyyy