Doted On By The Mafia Boss

The room was engulfed in an awkward silence as the man shot her a piercing glance; Rose and Jack looked at each other, a bit perplexed to be precise. Ryan stared blankly at her trying to piece her words and make something logical for his human brain to understand. His eyes were as silent as some stream lost in the woods. While the two were getting stressed out back there this girl was casting him an angelic smile. Everyone knew that Ryan hated to be kid around with; if this idiot was to piss him the one who would be getting punished would be the two who brought her here. What they could say, the girl was ordered to be left unscratched even if she was skinning someone alive.

The man calmly asked, “What are you trying to say?” Bee nodded, blushing her heart out. Whatever she said was as true as the Moon and Sun; she indeed had seen and has been seeing him in her dream for the past four years since she was in the club. Te dream was not like some usual long piece of sight but rather like a jog of snippets of events.

The dreams usually lasted for an average for 15 to 20 seconds with the longest being that of 30 seconds. In this she would see this man, literally his handsome face, flashing across her eyes faintly. The vision she saw was through her perspective; most of the time she saw him holding her hands, smiling at her, correcting her hairs and every warm side a man could possibly have.

At first she thought it would be random piece of her wild imaginations but later when she started seeing him almost every day the girl started to panic. She stated her plight to her other colleagues, four other girls around the age of 18 and 19 who shared the room with her; the girls giggled and teased her saying that Bee was hallucinating about her ‘Prince Charming’.

‘Prince Charming!’ This particular word caught her attention; when she probed them further she was explained that Prince of the Dreams was someone who a girl admires and wishes for him to be her lover.

Bee was extremely shy that she ran away from the spot back to her bunk and started to evaluate everything with her peanut sized brain. Was he really her Prince Charming? She means, she had been seeing him lately in her dreams, he was handsome and desirable, he was treating her so indulgent and warm as if she was his lover. She covered her flushing face which was tingling pink; all these years she had been terming him as her ‘Prince Charming’ and had some emotions already budded for him.

too was rendered speechless when he came out to be a real human and not just her wild imagination. She used to believe that he was just a face she sculpted herself for her fantasies about her better half. Maybe he reflected her desires of wanting a caring, good and

phenomenon herself; she had no rational explication, all she knew that she had

had got this thing engraved in herself that she was going to stay with him if he was willing to treat her like this forever. She had no idea if she wanted to date him

want to believe me but Little Bee is not lying. I have seen that same stone face of yours with a bit of smile like over a million times for the past four years.

little fascinated by the girl’s courage, she asked,

girl nodded, “Yes, I am sane! Mr. Neguyan is my

hearing to everything all this while, cut her off in a tone with layer of frost settled on it. Bee shivered a bit, she wasn’t expecting his answer to be this abrupt and rude. The three fell silent,

my life; stop over thinking it... You can never be her! Your fantasy stories won’t work here, give up!” Bee’s face was almost pale by now, there were no hint of smile or excitement. She had no idea why she was being scolded like this. Fantasy stories? Did he

me back!” Rose raised her head to see Ryan staring at Bee, his eyes growing dark out of anger. She didn’t feel it wise to stay there