I'm Dating the Mafia Boss... And hes hot.

Damn... has he gotten taller...?

You look up at the skyscraper, it's size meant to be menacing but you shrugged and walked in. "Name?" the lady at the front desk asked. "F/N L/N" you reply, you're voice calm as you recite your name. Her head jerked up to look at you. "Go ahead." she pointed towards the elevator. You nodded your thanks and hit the up button. Your confusion grew as there was only one button on the inside.

It dinged fairly quickly and you stepped out onto a polished marble floor, couches were too your left while huge painting hung to your right. In front of huge glass windows stood a man with an oak desk sitting in front of him. "F/N?" a man turned around, "Is it really you?" he walked up to you. He threw his arms around you. Shocking you and making you jump, "It's...It's been a while..." you stutter. He smiled. "I still love you in case that's what you were going to ask." He smirked as he back into his chair again.

"It's was not what I was going to ask!" You said flustered, "I came to ask why I was put on the no harm list." "Oh silly, that was just the beginning," he smiled wickedly and opened his arm wide, expecting another hug. You find yourself being wrapped up in his big strong arms, did he always smell so nice and comforting?

You take a deep breath and hold it for a mere moment, "No." Was all you could say.

"No? What do you mean no?"

"No as in I'm not falling for this again," you slightly push yourself away from him and hug your arms to your chest, "We're over remember? You cheated on me."

"F/N... I'm really sorry. What I did was horrid. I've lived with the guilt for over seven years now, but that doesn't mean my guilt over powers the love I have for you from our six years together, remember? We started dating in middle school! Everyone would call us cute or that we had couple goals what ever that meant."

You couldn't help but giggle at his words, "Please just give me a chance? Dinner? I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow?" He looked like a begging puppy with big blue eyes, and hands warm against yours.

You couldn't say no, "Oh alright. One date."

He practically jumped in the air, fist pumping and doing a happy dance which was that of a ten year olds. You bursted with laughter and chatted with him for a few minutes after, before exchanging goodbyes and going back down the elevator.

While hailing a taxi, thoughts raced through your mind, Did I really just agree to a date with the mafia boss? Shopping it is then...