บททั้งหมดของ Doted on by the Mafia Boss: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The room was engulfed in an awkward silence as the man shot her a piercing glance; Rose and Jack looked at each other, a bit perplexed to be precise. Ryan stared blankly at her trying to piece her words and make something logical for his human brain to understand. His eyes were as silent as some stream lost in the woods. While the two were getting stressed out back there this girl was casting him an angelic smile. Everyone knew that Ryan hated to be kid around with; if this idiot was to piss him the one who would be getting punished would be the two who brought her here. What they could say, the girl was ordered to be left unscratched even if she was skinning someone alive. The man calmly asked, “What are you trying to say?” Bee nodded, blushing her heart out. Whatever she said was as true as the Moon and Sun; she indeed had seen and has been seeing him in her dream for the past four years since she was in the club. Te dream was not like some usual l

The two stared at eachother without moving an inch, neither did they spoke. It was as if the two were stunned by seeing eachother at this hour of the day. She had locked herself in the tub since the evening, she even refused to eat and thus wasn't aware how crazy he was driving himself off finding her missing in the room. He was at the verge of collapsing due to anger when he was unable to find her. Now he realises that she was here the whole time while he was rushing rukoos out of worry. For someone reason he was more pissed off right now. A brief period of ten seconds passed away and the man stood there mum, for some reason the girl had a bad omen about it.She loosened herself from her grip and continued to stare at the man with a confused expression on her face. As she thought the man's calm expression slowly turned into that of rage."I am screwed!" Something inside her yelled out; without thinking another second the gjrl

Ryan turned around to look at the approaching girl and shoved his gun back; Bee stood at a safety distance and waited for him to reply. Else than a wall of straight silence she got nothing. The forest was still with nothing but the sound of breeze brushing; the girl had her head down as she felt his sharp piercing gaze on herself. This was one of the most awkward positions one could be in, when you screwed up and the other person is staring at you. The man finally made a move, taking his eyes off her he walked up to the table and took a bottle in his hand. Twisting open the cap he started taking small sips of the content in it. Bee waited a bit more for him to tell her his purpose of summoning her but nothing happened. Giving up Bee spoke again, "Mr. Neguyen, what did you call me for?" The man stopped what he was doing and spoke, "I asked you to call me Ryan." Bee touched her chin and asked, "You called me to tell me to call you Ryan?" "No..

He took the flower from her and kept mum; it’s been a long time since he felt so good. After that incident he blamed himself for everything; if she didn’t trust him that day and refused to come out with him that wouldn’t have happened to her. Her trust on him caused her such a misfortune; he looked at the cheerful girl who was jumping around him happily. He himself had no idea what he was thinking when he pulled her hand;  Little Bee didn’t expect this sudden ambush and went crashing into his chest. “Ouch, it’s hard. Do you eat stones. I...” She complained but the man turned a deaf ear towards her as he hugged her head close to his chest. She was struggling at first but stopped when her ears picked on a rhythm; she halted at once and listened attentively to his heartbeat. His heart was thumping rapidly inside his chest and for some reason Little Bee developed nostalgia over it. The man held her

Bee was overjoyed as she walked up to the phone and received it; keeping it on her ears she tried to hear the other side but to her surprise it was as silent as a graveyard. Bee pushed the phone closer into her ears but it was still silent; how can Prince Charming be this silent. The girl didn’t mind as she cheerfully greeted, “Prince Charing, how are you today.” Ryan stared into void without replying, he had been awfully busy for the last two days and was packed even now but there was no denying that talking to her felt more important than anything. Every night he would ask Jack and make sure she was alright there. Seeing him mum the girl said ‘Hello’ quite a few times before looking up at the maid and replying disheartened, “Phone is broken!” The man abruptly snapped out of his fantasies when he heard her, without wasting another second he replied slowly, “I am here.”