Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
For sure, Victor would notice the absence of her warmth if she slips away, so she thought of what to do.
Looking around, Mimi finally thought of something. Albeit uncertain, it was worth a try.
Slowly and carefully, she slipped the pillow from beneath her and took Victor’s arm on her waist. Sadly, he stirred, muttering nonsenses she couldn’t comprehend while Mimi squeezed her eyes shut immediately.
After a while, when she couldn’t sense more movements, Mimi opened her eyes with a relieved sigh. That was close.
Perhaps, luck was on her side because Mimi successfully substituted her presence with the pillow. Finally!
With the speed of the Flash, Mimi picked up her things, which weren’t much, just her shoes and purse, and left his secret abode. She was never stepping foot in here ever again.
Once outside, Mimi flagged down a taxi and tried not to glare too much at the older driver who looked at her contemptibly as if she was doing the walk of shame.
So the moment she reached home and paid the driver his fee, Mimi gave him the middle finger as a bonus. He had no right to give her that judgemental look. She didn’t even have sex with Victor – that didn’t qualify as sex!
“You’re home,”
“Mom!”
Mimi was startled by her sudden appearance, she had been planning to make a quiet return but the woman was waiting for her in the living room.
“Hi!” Mimi waved at her mother with the brightest smile she could summon.
“I bet the all-nighter went well?” Hannah asked curiously, brows raised.
The corner of Mimi’s mouth quirked, was that suspicion she sensed in her mother’s tone?
Right before she made up her mind to help Victor last night, she texted her mother that she was working late and the chances of pulling an all-nighter. So why was the woman looking at her as if she knew she did the opposite of working last night?
“Yes, it did go well,” Mimi answered carefully.
“And Victor?” her mother had that baiting look that told Mimi she was fishing for information – a gossip that would make her day.
“Yeah, he’s fine.” Mimi nodded.
“I didn’t see him giving you a ride home this morning? Didn’t you say the both of you were working together?”
Mimi’s mouth parted, “Well…. about that…..” What was she going to say?
Her mother looked at her in anticipation of an answer.
“We both worked so hard last night, I couldn’t let him take me home knowing he needed the rest – that would be selfish of me. Thinking of it, I need the rest…..” She intentionally yawned, “Mom, I’m going upstairs….”
“Huh? But you haven’t -“
Mimi yawned louder, “I feel like I can’t stand anymore…. oh, I need to lay my head down already. And my shoulder needs a massage as well, I think so. See you later, mom.” Mimi kissed her mother on the forehead, her explanation leaving the woman befuddled, and took off before Hannah could even realize what just happened.
Never once did Mimi turn back until she reached the comfort of her room and closed the door, locking it before leaning against it exhaustedly.
She was dead tired. From dealing with the shocking discovery to her mother’s interrogation, Mimi felt her head would explode soon if she didn’t take a break.
Tossing her purse onto the bed, she stripped out of her clothes and went to her bathroom to soak her tired skin in the tub, washing off the sweat and dirt from last night.
In her quest to prevent temptation, she intentionally didn’t bathe at Victor’s place. But in the end, the complication she worked so hard to avoid came to pass, all because he wanted her to kiss his injury better.
Mimi leaned back against the tub, groaning. Had she been drunk, Mimi would have heaped the blame on the alcohol but they had kissed each other while clear-headed. They had no one to blame but themselves and their actions.
With her towel wrapped around her body, Mimi went back into her room only to feel her phone vibrating with a call.
Her heart skipped a beat, having a feeling it was Victor calling. He must have realized she was gone. Perhaps, this was the time to clear everything.
But the call ended before she could reach her phone. Mimi pulled out her phone tucked inside her purse, however, she was not prepared for the shock of seeing Fifty-two missed calls flashing across her screen.
And all from Victor.
The Calm In His Tempest
Mimi was gone, the bomb was dropped on Victor as soon as he woke. At first, he thought she was abducted or something, like Draco taking her away to punish her for punching her.
But when he saw the pillow he was currently hugging, Victor knew she was fine. She obviously went through a great effort not to wake him. And for some reason, that pissed him off.
Mimi should have waited for him to awake, it was not like she had a job to attend to – he was her job, her teacher. He could easily decide to give her the whole day off.
Or she could have woken him up. And then do what?
Well, they would have breakfast together and he could take her home. What if something happens to her on the way? With him around, he would protect her.
[A/N: well, nothing’s happened to her on the way throughout her twenty-three years of existence until you arrived]
Victor’s anxiety was made worse when he recalled what happened between them last night. Could it be that she left without informing him because of that?
Usually, he liked it when his dates for the night left before he woke – they knew what they came for and got what they wanted. He had no time to get hung up on semantics.
But Mimi didn’t have to leave, she was not like those other girls. She was his bestie and come on, let’s admit it, that kiss was bound to happen. He had been feeling the urge to claim those luscious lips of her throughout the night.
…..
Damn, Victor, this is not the time to think about that. He had to get to Mimi first. It was not unusual for friends to kiss, right?
So he called her over and over again, still yet got no response. That was when Victor understood real panic, could it be something bad happened to her as he feared?
But Draco wasn’t stupid enough to lay a hand on her no matter how much she hurt his man pride last night. Or was she avoiding him? He didn’t like either option.
They had to talk this out like responsible adults that were friends with each other. Which was why Victor paced up and down his room, phone pressed to his ear, anxiety eating at him. His hair was tousled from constantly running his hand through it, he hadn’t even washed nor eaten.
Perhaps because of his great concern, Victor didn’t know his calls had crossed the borderline of annoyance. So when Mimi didn’t respond after the – he had no idea how many times – calls, he decided to visit her place. He had to be sure she was safe, Victor told himself.
But then he hadn’t refreshed and couldn’t go to her place looking like this. He knew there was a ninety percent chance of meeting his newly elected favorite person in the world, Hannah, and wouldn’t want to ruin her image of him.