Mafia Boss's Angel
Gosh! Those eyes! They were screaming cute!
His masculine beauty was out of this world and he is the kind of man I’d love.
The only problem I saw in him was the big tattoo on his arm that extended to his wrists.
Being a typical church girl, I couldn’t end up with such a man unless I wanted to be disowned by my father.
“I’d have a glass of martini, extra dirty and tacos.” He said in a dreamy gusty voice.
“Coming right up” I said taking the menu list and flashed a timid smile at him.
I felt my cheeks burning and if there was a mirror around here, I’d have checked how embarrassing I must be looking. My face must have definitely turned pink.
I watched him as he ate gracefully without looking elsewhere, his eyes were fixed on his phone.
His short brown hair was to die for, I instantly wished I could run my fingers through them.
Too bad, I might not be the kind of woman he wants; it wouldn't hurt to have sinful fantasies.
He suddenly looked towards me, maybe he must have noticed I had my eyes on him all along.
Immediately he locked eyes with mine, I looked elsewhere pretending to looking for something that wasn’t missing.
I could tell he gave a faint smile but kept sipping his drink slowly, as he was gazing at his phone.
He gave a signal to come and get his bill and I walked gracefully to him.
God! I wish he could just take me to bed.
Oops! I’m a church girl and shouldn’t be thinking of things like that.
“You should take a picture of me, it will last longer.” He said in a baritone voice.
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