Escaping The Mafia King

I got back home with uncle. He did not know that I was married or I had runaway.

So when he asked the reason for my visit I told him that I was planning on changing cities for a fresh start and was thinking of settling somewhere near Texas.

No, I was not.

Not when those ocean eyes were still haunting me till this moment.

Two days went pass as Vincent helped me roam around the city. It was like he knew every nook and corner like it was his home.

And then we went back to the coffee shop.

I was afraid of facing 'Ocean eyes'. Because first, he was a PI who could dig up dirt on me like I was made of mud. Which I actually was.

Second, he was scary and hot at the same time. And God knew it was a dangerous combination.

We walked inside. And as usual, the store was empty but fresh. The chime rang as we went inside.

There were some couches just in front of the coffee counter against the wall for the customers.

"You stay here. I will go bring some hotdogs for you and me." Vincent said as soon as we were seated.

I nodded my head with a smile. He went away and I fell down on the couch like a dead body.

I was exhausted. And the whole day of roaming the streets had my legs aching like hell.

astride the couch hand rest, my legs were dangling down, my middle body was

as I tried to think about what

to come after me. There was no way in hell he was going to let me go so easily. I knew he was going to take

prevent that from happening while making

and I was almost dozing off when I felt a

looked up, and

Ocean eyes.

he managed to get inside without ringing the chime

in the empty space on

just above me, half of his body was touching mine intimately and his eyes were staring down at me like I was the first female

Good god...

He asked in

and getting

did not tell

managed to

down to roam over my body that was 'resting'. His gaze was so hot on

out, giving me a hear attack and

"N..no." I replied.

fell over my ear, "You have from

"WHAT?"

replying his lips

shock. His lips and kiss were as soft as the touch of a rose petal. And in the next