His look is a mixture of coldness and concern.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

His eyes start scanning me from top to bottom. Somehow this makes me nervous, but somehow I find it absolutely stunning that his eyes are on me. "Is there something wrong with Gaby?", he looks me in the eyes again now and I don't know if I will regret it if I tell him now. In the last few days I've noticed that he can be pretty stubborn. "Didn't you notice how she was shaking?" he takes a sip of his wine and doesn't take his eyes off me. "She's not the youngest now, it's normal." Annoyed, I roll my eyes and lean forward a bit toward him now. "I know she's not as young as you or I are, but it's not normal. My mother had it once and the doctor said it was stress. When was the last time Gaby, had a vacation?", his face is getting even colder now and leans in towards me too. "When my co-workers had their last vacation is none of your business. We should eat now, otherwise it will still be cold," I just look at him and say nothing.

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During the meal we really didn't talk much and because of his answer from before I really didn't feel like talking to him. Because there is no decoration here, the apartment feels very cool. Like there are no emotions here and he wants to hide his personality somehow. "Let's go to the living room," someone helps me get up from Tom his employee, after that Tom takes my hand and walks with me to the living room. Not even here there is decoration. Not even a carpet. As we sit down on the giant couch, I look at the fire, which immediately warms my bodies. "Shall we get started?" he asked me, as if we were in a business conversation. I nod in response to his question and continue looking at the fire. I'm worried about Gaby. People need time off to rest and I can imagine that working for Tom is not easy.

"What do you want to know?", I asked him curiously and also finally look at him because I noticed that he looked at me when I looked at the fire. Actually, I know his question because on the one topic, he already looked at me at my parents like I'm about to ask out in front of my parents. "You didn't mention you had a brother. What happened?" There it was. The question I usually always avoid and always try to forget about this topic, but I think it's time to talk about it. "It's not an easy subject and usually I don't like to talk about it. You know my brother and I were like best friends. You could never break us up, we always existed as a double. Life wasn't easy for me before. I was bullied at school because I didn't wear the best and most beautiful clothes. We simply couldn't afford to buy the newest things and that wasn't bad, but in the worst moments, my brother was always there for me. He stuck up for me and you can't expect that from everyone. I know stories where big brothers don't want anything to do with their little sister, but not my brother."

Tom listens to me very concentrated and realizes himself that this topic is very difficult for me. He puts his arm around me and pulls me to him. He kisses my hairline and tells me that I am beautiful. "Keep talking beautiful", he makes me blush slightly with the nickname. I take a deep breath and look at the fire again. "One day my brother had fallen in love and she was really a beautiful young girl. Both of them were totally in love and you almost couldn't break them up, like me and my brother," you continued to tell and looked at him. The warm light makes his face even more beautiful. I almost lose myself in his eyes again, but his hand that makes my hair strand behind my ear., brings me back to reality. "Then what happened?" he asked with a bit of pressure, but still loving. How he does it, I still do not know. "Kayla, well my brother's girlfriend, was having a really bad day and I got in her way. She yelled at me and said I was taking away the two of them's togetherness because my brother is always there for me. She ran out and was going to her car, but when.... she crossed the street, she had not seen the car. Kilian my brother had seen the whole incident and ran to her. She didn't even make it back to the hospital and my brother blamed me for not stopping her. From that moment on, he completely changed. He became cold to me and stopped talking to me. Suddenly he was gone from one day to the next. He never showed his face again. He didn't even care about our parents' feelings and since that day they have been hoping that he would show up at their door", my hand starts shaking, the whole story pushes me to my limits every time.

Tom puts his lips on mine, reassuring me. I put my hand on his cheek as he lays me down on the soft sofa. I feel his tongues in my mouth and I do the same. As our tongues play with each other, my thoughts are just with him and that means a lot. As he feels his way from my lips to my neck, I can't help but moan. "Nothing is going to happen to you. When you're with me, you'll feel like royalty and no one will ever hurt you again," he says to me, looking deep into my eyes. My thumb caresses his cheek. He turns his head and kisses my fingers. "Now it's my turn," he straightens up and then pulls me sideways onto his lap. He is quiet between us and we just look into each other's eyes, but I gather my courage and ask him. "Are you going to tell me as what you really do for a living?", I look at him nervously. "I'm a boss of a mafia," shocked I look at him and get off his lap. Backing up I slowly walk to the stairs still looking at him in shock. "Baby stop right there," he says in a calm tone. He slowly stood up as if he were a tiger on the prowl. Despite his instruction, I continue to walk backwards. "I said STAY STILL!"

He yells at me, which makes me wince. "W-what do you want from me? Do you want to kill me? I don't want to die yet-", with quick steps he is with me and kisses me. He presses me close to him and I had no chance to resist. I just let him do it and I can't do anything about it. He is too attractive for me. When he pulls away from me, he still has his strong arms around me and I can't move an inch. "Listen, you're not going to die, I promise you that. No one will hurt you as long as you're with me. The only thing I want from you is your love for me," his eyes are dark but still I see a small sparkle in his eyes. "What does Harrison mean by that, if I agree?", I asked him nervously, continuing to look into his eyes. "First of all, how do you know his name and secondly, I would like you to move in with me." Shocked, I look at him and don't know what to say about it. He puts his hand on my back and pulls me even closer to him, which is actually impossible. "I um... know his name because he brought me home when you stood me up-" but before I could speak further, he starts growling and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He angrily types in a number and puts the phone to his ear.

"Harrison! Why are you taking my wife home without telling me!", Tom yells at him. When he says "my wife," my heart beats twice too fast. I don't hear what Harrison replies, but Tom's grip tightens a bit. "Next thing you know, let ME know when you bring her home! And no, I haven't asked her yet," he hangs up and looks deep into my eyes. "What do you want to ask me?", slightly scared I look at him because I just don't know what's coming. Does he want me to get out of the country or does he love someone else after all. "Don't be so scared baby, nothing will happen to you with me," his grip is loosening a bit now, so I take the chance and take a few steps away from him. Now he gives me a sour look, but he definitely can't blame me. He would probably react the same way in my position. "What.do.you.want.to.ask.me?", I yell at him. "Calm down sweetie," he tries to take my hand . but I pull it away before he can grab my hand. "Don't touch me! You're going to explain to me what you want from me and why you're so interested in me!", he puts his head back in his neck and smiles. "Why are you smiling like that now?", I ask him pissed off you cross my arms in front of me. "It's funny how you get aggressive so quickly. Then you're even more attractive than you already are to me. Now react off and sit back down, then I'll tell you what I'm up to. Because I don't think you can refuse my offer."

He is grinning at me, which makes me blush and a pull in the lower area I also get. Damn it! What is this man doing to me. With a little distance to him I sit down, but he just looks at me with raised eyebrows and sits closer to me. "It's actually quite a simple question and I don't think, as I said, that you can refuse the offer," he explains to me. He takes my hand in his and looks me in the eye. "I would make the suggestion that you can move in with me." Shocked, I give him a look that really left me speechless. "You're serious now, right?", I asked again, not that I misheard or just dreamed it. "I'm completely serious," I jump into his arms and hug him tightly. For a moment I just forgot about everything bad and just thought about this moment. "Don't you think it might be a little too soon? We both don't know each other that well now and not for long either," he laughs lightly and kisses me. He is in control of this kiss. "When two people love each other, nothing matters what you do. We decide it and what others think about it can't matter to us", when he said this sentence, he didn't care about anything. Even if he is the boss of a mafia, I know that he will take care of me and nothing will happen to me.