Maid for the Mafia Boss

Warning: Some slightly wild scenes, hehe.

I took a deep breath when Keian squeezed my hips.

” Hmm,” He slightly growled in my ear.

I held his hands and gave him a threatening look.

” We’re in a public place, Keian!’ We’re now in front of the Eiffel Tower while Keian is hugging me from behind.

” I’m not even doing anything…” He said with a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine.

I glared at him with red cheeks.

Keian’s been clinging to me and always doing… something ever since we left the house we’re supposed to stay to in our two weeks here in France for our honeymoon. Arghhh.

He’s always making me…

Making me feel…

You know.

He’s teasing!

I blushed even more at what I’m saying in my mind.

” Huhuhu.” I groaned and separated myself from Keian.

” Hahaha!” I faced him when he laughed.

” You think this is funny?” I asked, irritated.

The jerk just smirked at me.

” What are you talking about?” He asked in a challenging voice.

” You keep on— immmpph,” I covered my own mouth with my hand to stop what I was saying and ruffled my own hair.

His laugh got louder.

I walked ahead of him.

” It’s your fault, Nass. You know I’m dying to claim you!” I stopped walking when Keian’s words echoed in the whole area.

I looked at my surroundings with unexplained embarrassment, and almost all of the people are looking in our direction.

I went back to Keian and swiftly pulled him away, where we made a scene.

” Do you need to shout?” I felt him casually just looking at me while I dragged him.

” What? They might not know English, you know?’ I almost cried at what my husband is doing.

” Eh, what if they know how to speak English?” I looked back at him, and he just smirked again.

*sigh mournfully*

I pulled him to someplace just to get away from the place where he shouted.

Until a french man carrying a DSLR camera stopped us from walking.

” Excuse me,” He said. It’s apparent that he’s having a hard time in English.

I smiled at the man.

” Oui? Avez-vous besoin de quelque chose?(Yes? Do you need something?)” I think he felt relieved when he found out I can speak French.

” Parfait! Puis-je prendre une photo de toi, belle? Je pense que vous ferez partie intégrante d’un album que je crée…(Perfect! Can I take a picture of you, beautiful? I think you’ll be a great part of an album I’m creating…)” I noticed that Keian’s forehead wrinkled and was about to speak to the man, but I covered his mouth with my hand.

” D’accord! Je serai heureux aussi(Okay! I’ll be glad too.)” Kei planned to complain, but I already went closer to the photographer.

The man took pictures of me from different angles in front of the Eiffel Tower while Keian’s glaring at the oblivious man.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

*ting*

I slightly smiled when I thought of an idea.

The photoshoot finished, and the man showed me the pictures.

” Vous êtes belle madame, merci beaucoup. Je vais y aller!(You’re beautiful, madam, thank you so much. I’ll get going!).” I also thanked the man and gave my attention to Keian, whose eyes are glued to the photographer.

I held his cheeks and turned his head to me.

” C’mon, let’s get going too…” He turned his glare at me but lets me pull him away.

” Ow, wait…” I faced him, and I put my lips in front of his, almost touching.

His eyes widened, and his gaze went to my lips.

” Keian…” I mumbled his name.

His eyes were still wide, and he was about to make our lips touch. But I stepped back and touched his chest.

” You look so handsome, baby.”

” What?” I stayed silent and didn’t give a reply, walking ahead of him.

—

” Baby…” He growled, frustrated when I put my hands on his right thigh.

We’re currently sitting beside each other inside a restaurant, waiting for our food.

” What?” I innocently asked.

He raised an eyebrow at me then took a very deep breath.

” Nass.” He’s now the one who’s close to crying when my name left his lips.

Well, I’ve been… teasing him for a long time now.

Did he think he’s the only one who can do that?

Ha! If he can, then I can too.

I squeezed his thigh, and I heard him hissed.

I admit. He has a muscular thigh.

” Voici votre nourriture, madame, monsieur (Here’s your food, ma’am, sir)” My smile widened when a waitress arrived with our food.

” Ow, merci—”

Before the waitress even got to place the plates, I saw Keian took out some money and lowered it on the table, then he dragged me out of the restaurant.

” K-Keian?” I faced him, and he has a dark expression.

My heart beats faster.

” W-Where are we going?”

” Going back to our house.” I looked at him, wide eyes, and tried to free myself from his grip.

” Keian, our food, I want to eat alre—”

” Nass…” He threatened. I repeatedly blinked in confusion and decided to stay silent.

He opened the door for me, and I entered the car that Tito Andre lend him.

He also entered, and I just stared at him.

He gazed at me, panting, then he tousled his hair.

The inside of the car stayed silent for about 5 minutes.

” Kei—ow!” My eyes widened because when I opened my mouth, he brought his face close to me. Too close.

I examined his face.

” Doing all those things to me… in public.” He coldly stated.

” E-Eh, you started it first.” He looked at me with a glare for so long before a devilish smile appeared on his face.

I suddenly got nervous.

He put distance between us and started driving.