Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
Mimi blinked, gulping down a lump. She had no doubt that Victor meant every single word he said.
“And truly,” He said, lifting her chin with the barest of touch till their gaze were on the same level, “There’s no bad blood between us. I like you actually,”
Mimi was startled by that confession, he liked her? How was that possible? All they did was fight! And she didn’t even like him – especially not now she found out what he does for a living. Mimi didn’t want to be faster than her shadow, so she let him finish first.
He went on, “You’re fun to be with and I think we’re going to make the best of friends. However….” his gaze darkened, “My family comes first and any threat to that would have to be eliminated,”
“I understand,” Mimi said with a voice that didn’t seem like her own. The severity of the situation finally dawned on her.
But to her shock, his once grim expression spread into a bright one as he announced, “Shall we go then?” He opened his arm for her to take.
“No,”
His expression changed.
Oh boy.
Mimi quickly said with a gesture, “I mean this would create a misunderstanding, I have a matchmaker mom who’s quick to come to conclusion,” She explained to him.
“That’s fine by me. She can think whatever she wants, the both of us know the truth,” He said casually.
“It’s not fine by me,” Mimi was firm.
But Victor was insistent on teasing her, “Why? Am I not boyfriend material?”
Mimi gave him a deadpanned look and would have retorted as usual but she kept her mouth shut. She still doesn’t trust that Victor wouldn’t kill her if she disrespects him again.
“Fine, come on,” He said, placing a hand on her shoulder casually as if they were the best of buddies.
Mimi let him be this time. Pushing him away would only put her on his bad side. She wanted to live.
“It’s good you don’t have feelings for me anyway,” Victor said and she looked at him doubtingly.
“Why?”
“I don’t do love,” He grinned at her and never expected the question that came from her mouth.
“Who broke your heart?”
The smile on Victor’s face froze and he stopped mid-way because he was caught unaware. He turned to Mimi who felt like she was being suffocated by the intense look in his eyes.
“You ask too much question,” His cheerful personality was gone in the twinkle of an eye.
Mimi shivered. She couldn’t help but wonder if Victor suffered from bipolar disorder because his mood swings were rampant.
The Caring Young Man
“I’m home!” Was the first word Mimi muttered to her mother the instant the door was opened.
Mimi noticed every single detail; the way her mother’s gaze moved to rest on the figure beside her and when it widened in joy. Mimi didn’t need to guess what she was thinking. The matchmaker side of her has been awoken. In full.
“And this is my boss,” Mimi had no choice but to explain when her mother wouldn’t stop gawking at him. He wasn’t even that handsome.
Mimi turned to Victor, “This is my mother, teacher, and mom, this is my teacher,” She intentionally omitted his name.
Mimi wanted this encounter to be as short and formal as possible. Neither does she want her mother to form any close ties with Victor. He’s in the gang for christ’s sake.
“Hi, Mimi’s beautiful mother, I’m Victor,” He said so smoothly while taking her mother’s hand and pressed a kiss to it that made Mimi’s jaw almost drop to the ground.
No, no, no, her mother can’t fall for his charms!
“Oh, my,” Her mother giggled, obviously pleased by his gesture, “I’m Mimi’s mother but you can call me Hannah,” She told him in between a giggle.
Oh boy, this was not happening.
…..
Mimi knew that if her mother let you call her by her name, that meant she liked you. And that pissed her.
Why can’t this woman see beyond Victor’s charming exterior?! Weren’t mothers with the extraordinary ability to discern the good boys from the bad ones? What’s wrong with her momma?
“Thank you, Hannah,” Victor reciprocates the gesture with a bright smile that could even shame the sun. Suddenly, Mimi felt like the third party here so she broke the spell immediately.
“Mom, my teacher Victor just wanted to thank you for the meal you made him,” She moved to the purpose of their coming here.
“Oh,” Hannah was reminded that her errand was successful, “You really enjoyed it?” her gaze was hopeful.
“Of course, I enjoyed the food so immensely that I couldn’t contain myself and had to come in person to thank you,” Victor said enthusiastically.
Such a sweet talker, Mimi was already making mental faces at him. He fooled her mother so perfectly.
Honestly, Mimi didn’t blame her mother much. Victor would have been able to fool her as well if she didn’t know him on a personal basis. He was a good pretender.
“However,” Victor went on, “If I had known from the beginning you were the one who prepared the meal, I wouldn’t have eaten,”
“Huh?”
Mimi noticed the way her mother’s face fell and she turned to Victor with a warning look. What the hell was he doing?
“I mean, a beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be allowed into the kitchen. What if you hurt yourself preparing food for a commoner like me?” He flattered her.
“Seriously, come on,” Mimi watched as her mother cupped her mouth in the middle of laughing. She wondered if they still knew they were standing in the doorway and she’s existing?
However, her eyes widened when she saw her mother hit Victor on the shoulder playfully and said, “Don’t say that! You’re not a commoner. You’re so funny!” She laughed once more.
This had to stop now!
But before Mimi could make a move, Victor suggested, “So why don’t you leave the cooking for your lovely daughter, Mimi, I’m sure she inherited your cooking prowess, isn’t it?”