Taken By The Mafia Lord

215 Danger Of Food Poisoning

God must be fucking with him.

Marcel thought so the moment Clara came into his office. Of course, he had forgotten he landed himself into a death trap by agreeing to give their relationship a try. Now, Marcel wished he could go back in time and erase that very decision.

He must have been sick in the head when he made her that promise. Nonetheless, it was inevitable; his relationship with Clara was bound to happen. So he might as well go easy on himself by getting to know her better. You know, give her the benefit of the doubt. Surely Clara must be something worth more than this and they can come to a compromise. In the end, their married life would be.... endurable.

“Babe!” She said and Marcel was momentarily confused. Who was she.... oh him. God, he wanted to cringe.

Clara walked over to him, intentionally swinging her waist in that body tight gown that would have made his little man rise – if it had been someone else.

Marcel couldn’t explain it but you could say he didn’t have the hot for Clara – the same way he felt for a certain woman he was trying hard not to think about.

He couldn’t even say he loves Clara like a sister because that would be sinning against his conscience. He treasured Chloe more than Clara.

If he got in a situation where he had to choose between the both of them, he would pick his sister in a heartbeat. Perhaps then, out of obligation and respect for her mother Diana, he would come back for her – or avenge her if she died.

It was still baffling how Clara could be so different from her mother. Honestly, Marcel couldn’t have cared whom he married knowing it would never be for love – as if he knows what the word means – but one thing was for sure, his marriage would be to secure a political alliance.

.....

He just never thought his father would be the one to play matchmaker and the man did it with a little convincing – by taking away his sister – else Marcel wouldn’t have listened. He – Marcel – would be the one to decide on his bride.

“What are you doing here?” Marcel was honestly surprised. It was still quite early in the morning and she shouldn’t be here.

At least, this is the first time she visited him at this hour and she didn’t look like she was here to cause trouble – and that scared him. Marcel was beginning to miss their quarrels. Then, he knew what to expect from her and was prepared for her. Now? He was venturing into unknown waters.

“Well, you didn’t call as promised,” Clara said, dropping a bag on his desk he tried not to notice.

“I’m -” An apology was on the tip of Marcel’s lips when she stopped him.

“So, here I am, making a move on you instead,” She leaned on his desk, her jaw resting on her intertwined hands while staring right at him, “Tell me you think it’s sexy?” She said, batting her long, fake lashes at him with a smile that was supposed to make him fall head over heels for her?

Marcel swallowed, yet didn’t let his casual mask fall. How was he going to tell her that her efforts were quite comical to him instead of romantic and that he felt like laughing?

But of course, that would land him a slap on the face and ruin the budding relationship he was working hard for. So Marcel merely nodded.

“Gosh, you’re so old-fashioned,” She rolled her eyes dramatically, just as she tugged on his collar and pulled him forward as she smashed her lips against his lips.

Okay?

That was the only thought in Marcel’s head as she kissed him, his eyes wide open. Even from close up, Clara was indeed an attractive woman but she didn’t have the same fire Arianna carried that called to him. To his blood.

Okay, he swore he was not going to think about her.

“You’re distracted,” Clara murmured against his lips and that was a warning to Marcel to sit up. Arianna was enough trouble, he couldn’t stand Clara acting up as well.

So he took her face in his hand and kissed her much more passionately till they had to come up for air.

“That’s much better,” she grinned at him appreciatively.

Seeing the pure bliss of happiness on her face, Marcel felt a sudden gnaw in his heart. He shouldn’t be doing this to her, he was leading her on when they weren’t even on the same tune.

However, Marcel couldn’t stop, especially not now that he needed this docile side of her for his plan. Surely, she can’t be a fool to think he would develop feelings for her overnight.

He merely smiled at all. At least he treated her well, that should be something.

“So....” Clara began, pushing away from the desk, and reached for the bag she came with. She pulled out a food flask from it, “I was thinking we could have breakfast together!” She was ecstatic.

“Oh.” Marcel showed surprise on his face, “Sure,” he said. She was really trying hard to make this relationship of theirs work.

Trying to be supportive, Marcel helped clear out the desk so she was able to set out the food that was probably prepared by her cooks. Not that he was criticizing her for not having cooking skills but Marcel wanted to be sure of what he was eating. If Clara told him she made those herself, he was in danger of food poisoning.

There was a lot of food and Marcel didn’t have to worry about where to start because she was the one feeding him. Marcel didn’t say anything and accepted everything.

“So I was thinking...” She said while feeding him, “We could go on a date this weekend,”

“Sure. Sure,” Marcel merely nodded as she went on and on as if he was paying attention to what she had to say.

“There are many places we could go for a romantic getaway. There’s the beach, a long walk in the park, belt it out at karaoke....”

Then he heard it.

Bam!

The sound of a gun going off.