Doted On By The Mafia Boss

He took the flower from her and kept mum; it’s been a long time since he felt so good. After that incident he blamed himself for everything; if she didn’t trust him that day and refused to come out with him that wouldn’t have happened to her. Her trust on him caused her such a misfortune; he looked at the cheerful girl who was jumping around him happily.

He himself had no idea what he was thinking when he pulled her hand; Little Bee didn’t expect this sudden ambush and went crashing into his chest. “Ouch, it’s hard. Do you eat stones. I...” She complained but the man turned a deaf ear towards her as he hugged her head close to his chest. She was struggling at first but stopped when her ears picked on a rhythm; she halted at once and listened attentively to his heartbeat. His heart was thumping rapidly inside his chest and for some reason Little Bee developed nostalgia over it.

The man held her in his arms and spoke in an especially mellow tone, “I won’t let anything ever hurt you; you won’t regret trusting me.” Little Bee had no idea what got into him all of a sudden and neither was she paying attention to words; she buried her ears deeper into his chest and listened attentively to his beating heart.

His heart went like ba- dump, ba- dump, ba- dump and ba- dump.

She let out a giggle pulling out the lost man back to his senses; he looked down at her and pulled her away from him slowly. Why did he hug her? He had no memory of it; he darted his gaze at her to find her already staring at him. Clearing his throat he went back to his usual arrogant demeanor, “What are you laughing for?” he demanded coldly.

She pointed at his heart and replied, “Your heart... It still beats the same as my dream.”

dreams; Bee nodded and replied, “I am not lying. Why won’t you believe me?” The man was in a pleasant mood and thus didn’t confront her;

strolled a lot for today, let’s go

see

you want me to leave you alone here for the wolves to feed

are so bad! Give me

I will

she got herself pulled out of the forest by the

...

came up and Ryan along with his squad had to leave all of a sudden. Bee was reading a comic by the window as she saw the group leave; even though the situation looked to be a little tensed Ryan was as calm as ever. Little Bee had her eyes stuck at the man till he disappeared behind the close doors of his black Porsche. Else than Bee, the maids and few bodyguards

the time she woke up it was already evening and Ryan was yet not back. Yawning and massaging her eyes

were even times when he would stay out overnight. Bee was a bit disappointed to

went back to the room and dropped on the bed, “It’s so boring to be alone...” She looked at the clock which was ticking like some snail. Stretching a sigh she got up, determined she

seen jumping over the bed, dancing and singing tone-deaf as always. Her ‘entertain myself session’ lasted for fifteen minutes before she descended down the stairs with a hung face. A maid who was listening to her singing and dancing sniggered before asking, “Is singing no more fun, Miss

I tripped off the bed and dropped the plan of continuing it.” She admitted slowly before flopping on the sofa and turning o n the TV. Learning that she fell off the bed the maid asked with concern, “Miss, are you hurt!