The Mafia's Maiden

Cold Shoulder

The room was massive and was decorated for a king, a single. bachelor. king. There was a full-sized kitchen and bar with a pool table that looked out the large bay window where I could see the sun setting behind the large trees. He walked to the right hallway and gestured for me to follow him, there was a door at the end of the hallway and he stopped right in front of it. He paused for a second and then opened the door.

The walls were covered in shelves that were filled with books, there was a large desk, some filing cabinets that rested on the left; on the right, there was a queen-sized bed as well as a standing closet filled with women's clothing. This was definitely put together last minute and this room seems like it was his office turned into what I think is supposed to be my bedroom. I looked at him confused hoping he would give me answers before I had to ask.

"This is where you will sleep" He tossed my bag on the bed then turned to walk out but stopped.

"Don't tell anyone you sleep in here or let anyone know you do either. To everyone else were happily engaged. Now you can walk around in the kitchen and living room but stay out of my bedroom and do not leave. I'll have someone bring you dinner. I won't be back until after midnight don't wait up." His phone rang and he answered it as he made his exit. I sat on the bed and looked around and debated if I made the right choice.

I feel that I should be thankful he's not hurting me but if we're supposed to be married is this a marriage I want? I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and just stared at the food inside and wondered what things I might like. I wondered if there were things my old self hated that I would love now. I held the fridge open until my body felt cold from the chill and it wasn't until there was a knock on the door that I closed it and snapped out of my thoughts.

I opened the door and a woman dressed in black was pushing a cart with a tray on top. She lifted the cover and handed me the plate before walking off before I could even say thank you. I sat at the table and picked at the food in front of me, it didn't look appetizing but it definitely looked better than the food I had been eating. I tried a bit and barely managed to swallow it. It was some sort of eggplant parmesan with zucchini noodles. I sat there playing with my food and thought back to what I was thinking earlier and wondered if I used to enjoy this.

I can't help but think about what I am trying to keep hidden from myself, what is so bad that I don't want to remember. I try and force something to come forward and when I feel that I am about to make a breakthrough the hand on my shoulder startles me.

"Olivia? What are you doing still up?"

"What time is it?"

"Two in the morning. I just got done with some business, I told you not to wait up."

"I didn't," I say curtly. I picked up my plate and threw it away before walking to my makeshift bedroom to lay down. I hadn't looked for or even asked about a bathroom and right now I couldn't care less I had felt extremely drained, even more, drained than my first day at physical therapy.

***

I could no longer hold it in and really needed to use the bathroom. I rolled groggily out of the bed and tried to shake myself awake, I was surprised when I could see the sun already peeking through the windows. I walked out to see the sunrise and was startled when I saw Max standing in the kitchen drinking out of a mug.

"Morning," He said with a smile. I had no idea how he was so alert and so sexy at the same time this early. I shook my head at the idea of how he looked. He was keeping a distance between us for a reason and honestly, he deserves the cold shoulder for giving it to me for no reason.

"Morning," I said before looking back at the sunrise when I suddenly remembered I really needed to go. Not wanting to ask him for help but also not wanting to have an accident in front of him I turned around to ask.

"It's the door next to yours, I had an extra one put in so you could have your own."

"Thank you" Glad I didn't have to ask but also curious about how he knew what I was going to say crossed my mind but vanished when I opened and saw the beautiful bathroom. After relieving myself I decided to take a shower while I was at it. I hadn't taken a decent one in what I guess is a really long time seeming the coma and all. The one at the hospital was fine but the hot water ran out after five minutes and it was so small for me to really move around in it.

He stocked a different kind of shampoo in here that smelled of lavender and coconut, he also had razors in here as well so I decided to also clean myself up just in case. I hated that a part of me wanted him that way but I couldn't help but to think that way, he was so incredibly sexy and thoughtful after all. Is he really giving me the cold shoulder, or is he just really busy? I shook the thoughts away. I can't let myself think this way, we didn't even really know each other.

I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap my hair and another one to dry myself off. I put some lotion on and realized that I had no change of clothes or a way to get to the room without him possibly seeing me. Thinking I was only a few steps away and hoping he was no longer in the kitchen, I slowly peeked out the door to see if I could see him and reached behind me to open my bedroom door to rush inside when my hand touches something other than the handle.

I pause and shut my eyes hoping it's not what I think it is. I turn slowly and open my eyes to see him towering over me with a smirk.

"I'm not sure I can hold back when you are dressed like this." His voice was so smooth and I can feel myself getting hot and sensitive. My face feels flush and I'm hoping I can pass off the redness as heat from the shower but I could tell he knows just as well as I what he's doing. He steps closer to me pinning me against the wall. I can feel my breath quicken and my body betray me as it tries to press into him instead of the wall.

He brings one hand behind my neck pulling me closer to his face angeling me perfectly for our lips to come together. He turns his head slightly and brushes his lips passed my ear.

"I knew you had no clothes, so you had no choice but to come out dressed like this..." Dear god, please kiss me. "I'm trying to keep my distance from you but you're not making it easy." Distance?! It was like he could hear my thoughts and anger at the word distance that he gripped his hand around the side of my waist pushing my back against the wall. He nipped my ear which made my knees weak and if it wasn't for him holding me down I might have fallen.

"I don't know how much longer I can do it either. Not when you look this. Not when I can be so close to having you" He moved the hand he was holding behind my neck up the towel on my head and unwrapped it throwing it on the floor and letting my hair fall on my shoulders. He then traced the top of the towel that was covering me up and stopped his hand right at the knot that was keeping it in place. I could tell he was debating ripping it off and letting the towel fall. At this moment I couldn't tell if that's what I wanted but I definitely knew it was something I needed.

His fist balled and he quickly removed his hands from me and walked off back to the kitchen, after a moment I made my way back into my room, and instead of getting dressed, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling wondering what would have happened had he not stopped. There was a knock on the door and with hesitation, I called out for them to enter, when he opened the door and walked in he stopped when he saw me still in my towel. I jumped up when I saw his expression and ran to the head of my bed to get under the covers to hide myself.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," I say quickly. He slams the door shut behind him causing me to shake, he paced back and forth in front of me, his face was red and I could swear I could see steam coming out of his ears.

"What if it was anyone else who opened the door and saw you like that?" he yelled.

"I figured it could only be you," I said trying to defend myself. He stopped in his tracks.

"What did you just say?"