Doted On By The Mafia Boss novel Chapter 15

She smiled at him, it was just too easy to move her heart.

When she was in the club she used to believe the owner was her father, whenever he came to the club she would run up to him addressing him as dad and would nag him to take her back to home. The man first brushed her off but when she got troublesome he shunned her away with scoldings. Bee was hurt thinking that she had no parents; did they lost her or didn't want her at all.

She did use to talk to everyone and be merry with them but deep down she couldn't escape from the fact that she was nothing more than a lonely soul. She had no one to tell her a bed time story, kiss her cheeks or pat her head... There was nowhere where she really belonged.

Now, when this man whom she had met two days before was showing something towards her. Providing her with everything and even making her stay with him; Bee for the first time felt as if she too meant something to someone.

The pain of him treating her poorly was lost somewhere amidst this feeling which had no word to be explained. She gulped down her bite and wanted to say something but was unable to find the right word. "Mr. Neguyen, you can rest assured. I won't ever leave!"

"Mmm" the man grunted before standing up, looking at her he continued, "Sleep, it's late."

The girl beamed, "Good night, Mr. Neguyen!" The man's poker features softened as he replied, "Good night, Bee." After he left the maid followed up to clean the room for her; after changing into the pajamas the girl too went to sleep.

Bee was yet to get accustomed to this alien place and thus was twisting and turning all night on the warm bed. Staring at the ceiling she was thinking about her interaction with Ryan. He had an ever changing temperament, one that would change within the snap of a finger. She thought back of the moment when he scolded her in the room; seemed like he was not willing to believe on her. It was not his fault though, no one believed on her.

While her thoughts were floating around it his words started to echo in her ears. Her eyebrows furrowed when she remembered something he said- you can never be her.

Her? Who was this her he was talking about? Could it be the girl he love? She has been staying here for more than two days now and she had not yet seen any suspicious personality. Could be that they are already split and Prince Charming was still in love with her. Oh, poor him!

"No... No no no no no!" She shook her head violently to shoo her crazy thoughts away; she knew she was over thinking herself. Forcing her eyes shut the girl slipped into her world of fantasies.

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The next day she was summoned to have breakfast with Ryan; she had no idea why but she stayed in her wardrobe to dress up in the best outfit possible. Settling on caramel slit knee length skirt and a butter colored over sized sweat shirt with black and brown parallel stripes, her hairs tied into a high pony the girl ran down the floors to find Ryan already seated, eating his breakfast.

Amidst the sound of the two chattering and laughter the sound of the breaking of knuckles were heard making them shut up at once. Jack looked down at Ryan who was staring down at his plate, grimly cracking on his knuckles. Even though his face was not visible for him Jack could still imagine the horrifying expression of anger on the devil's face. He eye signaled at Bee to look at the man's expression.

Ryan raised his glass to his mouth taking small sips of the water. Bee stared at him helping himself but without any prior warning he darted an icy cold stare at her. Bee took off her eyes and looked down at her plate; Jack excused himself of work and ran away from the situation.Visible anger was dancing in his hazel eyes, the man kept the glass aside and walked away.

Bee sat there gulping to herself; she was a dead meat today. She had no idea why but she was sure that Prince Charming was mad and this was because of her. She didn't put efforts on her peanut brain and hurriedly finished her breakfast. She would run upstairs and lock the door and would only come out once the coast was clear. Yes! That would be perfect.

She pushed down the toast and salads down her throat and was about to spirit up to her room when a maid came to inform her that Master Ryan was looking for her and she was needed urgently.

Kneading her hands she nervously walked up to the garden where he was waiting for her.

Back in the yard Ryan pulled out his gun and punctured down the aims that were kept in there; his face had it's usual solemn mask but there were splashes of anger in them. Bee walked in and witnessed him practicing his aim; now, the gun-sound no more haunted her as she was long used to them. Walking up to him she called out for him, "Mr. Neguyen, you were looking for me?"