Chapter 4 Mister, don't just take me,marry me!!

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Beatrice legs wobbled down on the spot she was standing.

What has she gotten herself into?

How could she just trust someone she met on the net and travel over to his house which is located nowhere but on the island where only few people are.

He stifles a laugh while twirling the cup around in his hand.

"Write me a blurb."he looks up at her.

But she was too shocked and lost in her regrets thoughts.

He tilts his head to the side.

"Are you rebelling right now?"

She snapped out of her reverie.

"I--i.."

"B. l. u. r. b."he repeated.

"Huh?, oh, yeah. Blurb. I will..."she panted and went to note app on her phone and quickly wrote something down.

She proffered the phone to him and he stared at it blankly.

"Read aloud."he commanded.

She withdraw her shaky hands and sighed.

"E.. than was.. he has a dark past and.. he is a killer. When Amelia--came into his life, he was ready to throw his past behind him. But, he got betrayed by Amelia who doesn't loves him and E.. Ethan.. he.. he killed her. He.."

"Stop!"he raised his hand in the air.

She watched as he took the vase on the table beside him and inhaled the scent of the flowers.

He threw it at her direction and the vase glazed through her left cheek before landing on the floor.

He wasn't really targeting her whole face.

Beatrice jerks back and held on to her cheeks.

That was horrendous!

Her heart started playing a party drum and she felt her vision getting blurry.

Oh, God, what has she gotten herself into?

He exhaled loudly before piercing his angry stare right through her.

"Telling me a story about me?. My past is worthy of a sad story and that's enough. Give me something else."he uttered, dryly.

"I will give you time. Go think of something spicy and... sweet. I want to get away from this unfair life."

"Y.. yes. O.. okay."she stuttered and slowly spun around to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?"his words made her to stop dead in her track.

She shut her eyes tightly and fidgeted with her phone.

She glanced at him and flashed her teeth to him.

"I.. I was going to go.. write a new one downstairs. Is that not acceptable?"

"It is not. Go sit at the seat over there and, oh, you could make yourself a cup of coffee when you're at it."

She looked at the place he was staring at and it landed at the seat before a desk.

Her eyes caught with the percolator and she gulped down nervously.

"I.. coffee?.. it's totally not necessary."she laughed.

"Make yourself a cup of coffee.."he drawled out.

She itched the nape of her neck and gave her nose a little but sudden scrunch.

She counted her steps to the percolator and snagged a cup from the opened box beside it before tapping the device open after placing the cup under it.

"There is a jug of milk in the cupboard. You like sugar?, it's in there also."Gregory crossed his arms on his chest and leaned his back against the wall.

"No, no milk."Beatrice replied.

She closed the device and pulled back the drawer and brought out a carton of sugar.

She took a spoon and used it to scoop some into her coffee.

"Why don't you like milk?"he questioned.

Beatrice stopped stirring the coffee and scoffed lowly.

What's he getting at?

He just threw a flower vase at her not long ago and now he is being considerate?

"I... it kind of retch me up.. so I don't like it."

Now, it was his turn to scoff.

"But you like semen?"

Her mouth twitched and she stared back at him.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to have you write me an erotic story. I just want one that will make me laugh or probably a sweet but pure romance. I'm not a bad guy, you know. I'm Jesus baby."he grinned.

She turned back with a gentle nod.

She carried her coffee and went to sit down.

She drank from it before placing it down on the desk.

She erased what she wrote in her notepad and started writing a new one.

She got a little uncomfortable as she felt his eyes stung her back.

Geez. She can't even look back and... oh.. no.

*Let's just get this done with.*she muttered.

After some minutes, she was done.

She emptied her cup of coffee and stood up.

As she moved to where he was, he watched her every steps.

"You... ready?"

"Better than ever."he responded.

"Amelia's wish was just a simple one - To get married, and not just to any person but a rich guy. Her wish is quite unbelievably si.."

"Why is it unbelievable?. She's got her life to live."a frown crawled up to his face.

She smiled as she could see a tone of curiosity in there, in his statement.

"Just wait for it."Beatrice clicked her tongue.

"So,"she clears her throat.

"Her wish is quite unbelievably since she is just eighteen years old. Why would a teenage be praying to get married soon? When all what teenagers wishes for is just to attend their dream college, travel around and become successful?. But, you know, everyone is not Amelia. Then, came a day she mistakenly bumped into an Italian Mafia Lord,"

"And, he is rich?"Gregory gazed up at her, inquisitively. His face now held a beautiful and flustered look. So different from the gloomy and dark one.

And, she felt herself becoming free with him that moment.

"You bet it."she grinned.

" 'perché così goffo!' (why so clumsy?)"he wore a discontented look. Amelia looked him up to his face and down to his toes then her lips widened out in a smile. The Mafia Lord, Raphael was lost with words. *How dare her look him like that?* Then, he turned back to his entourage and ordered,"take this American girl!". Amelia's face shown in excitement.

"Mr rich, don't just take me. Marry me!" "She panted heavily, never wearing off and not ready to remove the huge smile on her face. Now, the question is, why does Amelia badly wants to get married."she tapped her phone close and looked up at him.

"That's it?"he said almost in a pout.

"Yeah."she nodded.

"I want more."

*Is that his way to say he like it?*she said inwardly.

"Sure. I will go prepare the chapter. Should I read it to you chapter by chapter or chapters?"

"Chapter by chapter will leave me dying in suspense. I will go with chapters."

Beatrice nodded and walked to the desk.

"If you will feel more comfortable downstairs, I'm not holding you back."he informed.

She chuckled.

Who exactly is this guy?

Is he naturally nice?, or is he trying to be?

Is he dangerous, or is he trying so hard to be?

His life sure worth the story.

"Thank you."she moved towards the door and pulled it back by his handle.

She threw her head back and found him staring at her.

"Make it spicy."he clears his throat.