Claimed by the Mafia Boss
I asked when he still stood there, smiling strangely at me
“Not quite, I just think you’re suffering from a lack of Vitamin me “ he smirked
Oh my God, when does this torture end?
I groaned internally
“I’m actually good” I gave a tight smile, wishing he would just stop immediately.
“No you’re not “ he argued
“ I am “ I replied, wondering where this was going
“No. You are goo” he looked at me
Goo? As in that word, children used to describe disgusting things?
I was about to get really offended.