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MIRELLA
When I open the next morning, I'm lying in Noah's arms. He put his arm around me and is sleeping peacefully.
What did he dream of? It must have been something bad. He cried a lot when he was startled. It's a wonder none of his people stormed into the room.
"Have you finished the coffee yet?" I suddenly hear a woman's voice saying and look up. Two older women are standing at the table preparing Noah's breakfast.
The guy is king and not mafia boss.
When they both notice me, I start to smile slightly. Do you like your job here?
"You must be Mirella. If you need anything, whatever it is, please let us both know. We take care of this."
What ?
"It won't be necessary. Unlike Noah, I can make something like breakfast myself. But it's very kind of her to point this out to me..."
"You work here. If you don't tell them what you want, they'll soon be out of a job Mirella, so tell them if you need anything." Noah murmurs softly, pulling me even closer to him.
"Do you want to kill me? Let me go!" I say sternly, trying to push his arms away from me.
"Go on, ladies!" Noah says. The two of them turn around and focus on the table.
"And you..."
What about me ?
I look at him in amazement as he leans over me and squeezes between my legs. He looks me in the eyes with a smile and gently strokes my left thigh.
There are people in the room, goodness gracious!
"Stop that!" I hiss quietly and grab his waist. I don't want anyone watching us.
Doesn't Noah value privacy at all?
"Babe..." he warns and leans down towards me. He gently presses his lips to mine and covers us properly again.
Just don't let him try anything. Not where the two are.
"Not in front of them..." I whisper pleadingly as a hand grabs my right breast. He squeezes lightly, making me moan.
Such a crap !
"Well, it sounds to me like you wouldn't have a problem with that," he whispers in my ear.
Fuck... that sounded really hot, I just have to admit that.
Probably Noah would be one of the men I could fall in love with. Well, if he wasn't running a mafia. That's too much for me.
"Then we would have everything boss." One of the two interrupts us.
Finally ! I'm so glad she's distracting Noah now.
"You may go." He replies shortly. No thanks? He's so disrespectful.
"I hope everything is as you imagined." says the other and together they leave the room.
Please ? He doesn't even say thank you and she says something like that. I would turn around and give that ass my middle finger.
"Can you say something like thank you? These women look like they work hard."
Annoyed, he rolls his eyes and stands up. “Yes, and they get a good salary for it. What would you do for almost 5 thousand dollars a month?"
Shit.
"Sorry..." I mumble and sit up. Nevertheless, you can say thank you. It can't be that difficult, can it?
"Are you coming?" he asks confused and holds out his hands to me. I carefully reach for them as he pulls me to my feet and pushes me towards the dining table.
Why does he even live in a room in his hall? Surely he can afford a house?
"Why do you live here?" I asked as he pulled me onto his lap.
"I'm right where the action is. I don't think it's necessary to move into a house. I did it for few months but it was boring. I don't like being alone."
Doesn't he like being alone?
"Sounds weird for someone who doesn't seem to have family or friends," I reply, looking at him closely, but instead of showing any reaction, he just starts eating.
What are you not telling me, Noah Lee?
"You are not alone now. I'm here ! I'm a good roommate." I say after a few minutes of silence.
He pauses, then looks at me. "You're just my fuck object for the next five years. Don't forget that." He says coldly.
Ouch.
I gulp and look at him, biting the inside of my cheeks. Why is he so mean?
"Asshole." I hiss softly and stand up.
"Where are you going ?"
"Shower!" I snap back, slamming the bathroom door louder than I should.
Fuck object... I'm not a fucking object. Do I still have to teach him that? I wonder if he talks to his mother like that too?
I hate him !
"That disrespectful and callous asshole!" I hiss angrily, clenching my fists. He's making me so angry. Can't he be really nice and mean it?
I'm already fed up with him. I don't want to be his simple sex object. We could be friends if he wasn't so arrogant and self-assured, but no!
I want to get out of here... but at the same time I don't want dad to be in deep shit. If something happened to him, I would never forgive myself. I just have to get through these five years. I can't just give up now. I'll do it... I'm stronger and better than Noah thinks. He just needs to get to know me. That's all !"
"Mirella..."
There we have it again.
"What?" I ask snippy, reaching for my toothbrush.
