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Chapter 14

The day had gone pretty well. Not only had she discovered kitchen, usually not her favorite place but a potential room where her favorite food could be cooked, her first day at the scientific writing corporation went stunning. Her colleagues had been fairly professional yet friendly, the content was of her interest and she spent time more productively than she usually did. When she closed her laptop, done with the day, a soft smile plastered her face.
Who knew a woman in mafia could be happy.
If anything her marriage had proven to be better than she had expected. If it was for her father he wouldn't have even let her dream of being an employee but Italy had given her hope. If she could completely ignore the part where her husband came home and fucked her senseless, there was nothing else she found disturbing, in fact, she secretly appreciated him. Although he wasn't doing her a favor by letting her work, in mafia it was far greater than a favor, not less than a privilege of great esteem.
A soft knock on the door had her stumbling out of her mind. Sia peeked through the door before entering the room.
"Master demands your presence downstairs."
It took a second for Tara to understand by master sia meant Donavan.
"Why?" Tara asked, getting curious.
"For dinner mam." Sia said not making eye contact with her mistress.
"Okay" Tara muttered.
Quickly making her self presentable, still not getting a hang of why they were having dinner together, she straightened her sundress and headed downstairs. She had done a good job at memorizing some routes, atleast the one that lead from living room to bedroom, in the maze of a mansion.
She hoped for it to not be another episode of family dinner. The idea of sitting with the gossiping women with ridiculous Italian accents had her cringing. When she somehow found the way to dining room, it was empty, a single tall maid in her thirtees cleaning the table looked up to find her mistress confused.
"Mrs. Frantino." She said, more like an affirmative sentence. Tara herself couldn't accept the name she was to be addressed by, possibly her whole life.
"The dinner is arranged in the garden, here, let me show you" with that said she hurriedly guided her mistress outside. Tara couldn't help but notice how everyone in Italy respected and were even scared of her. In India maids preferred to rather pity her than be scared.
The garden was completely dark, all lights were turned off except for the flickering candles set on the silk sheet covered table. She was thrown at the gesture. He sat majestically on one of the two chairs decorated with red roses. She took in the sight of simplistic decorations and twinkling candlelight in the middle of an arboreal serenity of garden. It was extravagant.

Although she knew he didn't mean any of it she couldn't help but imagine how flattered she would have been if someone had made their genuine efforts to do this. Her eyes finally found the least wanting object on the backdrop of fountains and stars, his eyes.

his gaze had been taking her reaction all along. She made her way to the table still unsure of how to feel about it.

He watched her like a hawk, she was an otherwise normal woman he came across everyday but knowing her from an indescribable intimacy had his heart beat rise. He had no reason whatsoever to arrange a facade of romantic dinner and yet he had. Neither had he done this before nor had he expected to enjoy this one.

As she sat on the table she fiddled with her fingers watching her own hands like a painting in louvre, all the while he enjoyed her shyness. He knew she was anything but shy, he had seen the fire in her orbs enough times to believe so. But his effect on her was more vivid. Once the dinner was set, they ate in silence. Just as he had expected, she didn't look impressed by the whole dinner in the garden thing.
She would never be capitulated by things.
She focused on her food and ate, never minding him a glance.

As much as she was affected by his closeness, she didnt pay him attention till he forced it and damn if that didnt bother him. He had never asked for attention, he had earned it but she...she never gave it willingly, unconsciously, it had to be always extracted.
Breaking the silence she looked up to him. He had noticed when she tried to speak, she always wanted something.
He glared at her intensely, silencing her for a moment. She saw how his eyes stared in determination, as if he had unlocked something in her, as if he had deciphered her secret.
"I..I want to cook" she, not surpringly, stuttered.
"Why" he asked, tapping the napkin on his face, wiping his already clean mouth.
"Chefs don't make Indian food"
"You can order it" he finished the topic, getting up from the table.

She got up with him following his back as he walked incredibly faster.
"Wait" just as the words left her, he stopped in his track. Unfortunately she wasn't prepared for his sudden halt of steps and collided nose first on his wall of a back. Her eyes watered at the impact, rubbing her nose she glared at the man in front. An unrecognizable smirk played on his lips watching her every move.
"What?" He asked, amused.
Trying to forget the pain of her face she tried to yet again come back to the topic.
"Would you be home tomorrow? For lunch?" She asked, vague of her own plans.
"Why?" He was growing both impatient and suspicious.
"I'll..I'll make something Indian for you"

She and her tricks to convince him into doing whatever she wanted were unending. He smiled at her naiveness. Letting his hand caress her cheek with utter gentleness, pushing a stray baby hair back under her ear.
"Okay" he mused. He couldn't deny that her way of making deals with him were getting on his nerves but the fact that her offers were irrestible didn't harm too.
He was a man who discussed transactions of millions in a day, who bought cops and kept politicians in his pockets, he was someone who played people around the world but the only thing that tickled his heart in years was the simple idea of his wife making food for him.
My wife.
He had surprised himself by accepting that earlier than he wished.

The way he saw yet another wave of happiness in her swirled something deep inside him, lust. He had planned to join his study room to finish some more work but it wasn't everyday he could take advantage of her vulnerability. It took her less than a second to notice the change of emotions in his eyes. It was unbelievable how fast his intention towards her changed.
Maybe it was wrong of me to follow him.
Anyhow it was too late. He already imagined her bouncing on his dick and he would not let the night pass without it.
Spotting how she took a step back afraid of his next action he effortlessly pulled her closer hopping her on his shoulder. A loud gasp was heard before he gave a swift slap on her ass while taking large steps inside the mansion.