Ten

I tried not to look up and stare into his eyes, kept trying to ignore him as I finished my beer. A million thoughts swirled in my head, why is he here? Why is he not leaving? Is he truly the mafia boss?

"Why did you f*cking sneak away that day?" I was surprised to hear his question and looked back at him who was looking at me challengingly as if he wanted to see me lying.

What? Is he serious?!

D*mn it, is he really going to talk about that... here?!

I wanted to say that my stomach didn’t flip in strange feeling when I saw him, looking handsome in the dangerous ways that I know could make every woman swoon whenever see him wearing black long pants with a black shirt rolled up sleeves which shows the tattoo on the back of his arm and the thick muscles of him.

Yes, muscles…

I know how thick his muscles truly are.

F*ck!

Stop thinking like that!

He lift his eyebrow, becoming all serious, “I will bend you to this counter if you keep f*cking staring at me like that” His comment is like a sla