Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
My friends kept on bombarding us with questions about our relationship. Thankfully, Sebastian managed to somehow answer them all. By this time, I was relief that Sebastian seemed to want to keep our twisted relationship a secret. I guess Sebastian doesn’t want to explain to other people about his complex family background either.
“I think we have to go. Sorry girls but I have to wake up early tomorrow to visit my grandmother at the hospital,” I said as I got up to leave.
Grabbing Sebastian’s hand in mine, I started pulling him to his feet too. Sebastian looked at me innocently and for a moment he looked like he didn’t want to leave.
“Sebastian, please…let’s go,” I whispered to him.
“You owe me one,” Sebastian whispered into my ear once he got up to his feet.
“Bye girls. It was great catching up with you. I’ll see you girls another time soon,” I said.
“It was good seeing you all. Thanks for taking care of my Grace,” Sebastian said before flashing the girls his killer smile.
“Did you hear that he called her ‘my Grace’ just now?” my friend started teasing.
I couldn’t stop myself from blushing a little at their teasing. Without further delay, I started dragging Sebastian behind me out of the restaurant.
“Why did you come here? How did you find this place? Did you follow me?” I fired questions at him the moment we stepped out of the restaurant.
“Chill out. Too many questions at once…” Sebastian said lazily.
“Why did you come here? What do you think you’re doing? Why did you introduce yourself as my boyfriend?” I asked rapidly.
“I just told you…too many questions all at once…” Sebastian said, still refusing to answer any of my questions.
“You can’t do this to me…” I hissed angrily.
“Let’s go home. I’ll drive,” Sebastian said and this time it was his turn dragging me.
“Wait! The men can drive me back,” I said as I tried to pull my wrist away from his grip.
“They’re no longer here…” Sebastian replied, sounding bored.
“What? Why?” I asked with a mix of shock and confusion.
“I sent them back already. Let’s be environmentally friendly and carpool,” Sebastian said with a small laugh.
He sent them back?!
I ended up in Sebastian’s car and I felt so angry that my chest felt like it could explode at any moment. Crossing my arms over my chest I stared out of the window. Although I was thankful that Sebastian didn’t completely blow our covers and tell my friend about everything that was truly going on, I still felt like he had invaded my private space.
My friends and everything that happened inside that restaurant during dinner was a part of my real life. It was a life where he didn’t exist and didn’t have a place in. How can he not understand that? I don’t want this mafia nightmare that I was going through to be a part of my real life. I felt so stressed out about all this and I felt like I was going to cry.
I prayed that this ride would be over soon. I just wanted to be alone and sort myself out. Someway or another, I’m going to have to find a way to correct the misunderstanding with my friends. This is going to be so complicated and painful. My head started to ache, and it wasn’t a pleasant sensation.
“Are you mad?” Sebastian asked abruptly, disturbing the silence of our drive back.
Do I look mad? Well, if that’s the case, it’s because I am. I am so out-of-my-mind mad right now.
“No…” I muttered a big fat lie. I just didn’t want to talk to him.
Knowing that I was this close to exploding, I just wanted to be left alone and any answer that would lead me closer to that outcome was the answer that I would choose.
“You’re not very honest. Your face looks really scary right now…” Sebastian said teasingly.
I didn’t find his joke funny, and I didn’t care what my face looked like. What I cared about was protecting my ‘normal life’, but it seemed that I had failed on that front as well.
“Ok…” I said, not knowing what else to say. Seriously, whatever. Just please stop talking to me.
Sebastian was silent for a moment, and I thought that his awkward conversation had finally came to an end, but I was so wrong.
“If you’re mad about what I did then, I’m sorry. I just wanted to know more about your life…” Sebastian spoke up without looking at me.
Honestly, I didn’t think that he would apologize. For that, I guess I had to give him a little credit. However, I didn’t think that he understood why I was angry.
“Why would you want to know more about my life?” I demanded to know.
“Why not? Don’t tell me that you think there’s nothing interesting in your life…” Sebastian asked, sounding a little amused.
“That’s not…” I began defending myself but then decided to just drop it.
That’s not what I meant but I was losing my patience with him. I put a hand on my forehead as I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with this guy. I could feel Sebastian’s eyes on me, and he waited for me to continue with what I was saying.
“I don’t think there’s a need for you to know anything about me or my life. That’s all,” I said stiffly.
“Then what about mine?” Sebastian asked suggestively.
“About what?” I asked, slightly puzzled.
“My life. Don’t you want to know anything about my life?” Sebastian asked, sounding very friendly.
“No…” I replied without hesitation.