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.

dangling down, my

my arm put over my eyes as I tried

no way in hell he was going to let me go so easily. I

keep my shit together and prevent that from happening while making sure to not let uncle Vincent get

couple of minutes passed and I was almost dozing off

my hand, looked up, and almost

Ocean eyes.

get inside without ringing the

settled himself in the empty space on the hand rest, put his hand on the space right beside my head

intimately and his eyes were staring down at me like I was the first

Good god...

you doing?" He asked in

out and

I did not tell him

managed

was so hot on every part of my body that I could feel it tingling me in places that were

He asked straight out, giving me a hear attack

"N..no." I replied.

soft and his lips fell over my ear, "You have from now

"WHAT?"

of replying his lips fell over

lips and kiss were as soft as the touch of a rose