The Mafia King’s Obsession

Rose sat across from David in the quiet restaurant, the soft glow of the lights warming his face as he smiled at her. There was something easy about being with him, something that made the world feel less heavy. They looked so in love, two people lost in their own space, sharing quiet laughter and lingering looks. As Rose studied him, her heart softened. “ David is not like other guys,” she thought. “He respects me, He’s patient, He makes me feel safe… he’s almost too good to be true.” The thought that followed surprised even her. “I think I’m going to let him take my virginity.” David reached for her hand, his touch warm and careful. Then he smiled softly and said, “I remember the first day I saw you… you were buried right there,” he said, pointing to a table across the restaurant, “completely lost in a romance novel.” Rose laughed softly, her fingers brushing his, her eyes flicked to his expensive watch. She noticed the sleek designer cuff of his shirt, the subtle shine of his rings. He’s wealthy, she thought. Even if we are worlds apart… I don’t care about that. The money, the luxury, the life he came from, it didn’t matter to her. What mattered was the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel seen. Just then, a waiter approached their table with a polite smile. “Would you like to see the dessert menu, or get anything else?” he asked. Rose shook her head quickly. “No, thank you. I actually have to go… I need to get to a psychological evaluation at the prison. I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.” David’s expression softened, a hint of concern in his eyes. “The prison?” he asked gently. “Yes,” she said, smiling faintly. “One of my patients. It’s part of my work as a doctor.” He nodded, but then a playful glint appeared in his eyes. “Well… you should at least take one dessert to go. Let me get it for you.” Before she could protest, David stood and followed the waiter to the counter, leaving Rose watching him with a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. Almost immediately, it began buzzing and ringing. Rose glanced down, and the screen lit up —“Dad” appeared, along with a photo. “This must be David’s dad,” she thought, her heart skipping a beat. Her eyes widened. God didn’t create everyone equal. This man… he was perfection. Sharp face, perfect skin, like he had stepped out of a dream. Rose couldn’t look away. Her heart raced. How could one man be so… flawless? Her eyes traced the photo carefully. He was dressed impeccably in a white suit and trousers, every detail immaculate, as if he had stepped out of a magazine cover. “So hot…”. She whispered under her breath, her cheeks warming. Rose picked up the phone, her fingers trembling slightly. She started walking in the direction David had gone, intending to tell him his dad was calling. She opened the door. She froze. David was locked in an intense, passionate kiss with the waiter. Their bodies were close, and David’s hands roamed over the man’s body as the kiss deepened. Rose’s heart pounded, and a bitter sting of betrayal washed over her. Her mind raced, refusing to believe what her eyes had seen. David… cheating on me… with a man? Should she speak? Run? Or stay and watch, frozen in disbelief? Rose’s mind was spinning. She barely held the phone, and before she realized it, it loosened and slipped from her hand, hitting the floor with a loud clatter. The sound echoed through the room. David and the waiter froze mid-kiss, their heads snapping toward her. David and the waiter froze. David’s eyes went wide as he realized she had seen everything. “Rose… you don’t understand!” he called out immediately. Rose’s heart raced as she turned and ran, his voice chasing her down the hall. David caught up to her in the quiet corridor, gently but firmly stopping her. “Rose… please, listen,” he said, his voice urgent, eyes searching hers. “I really like you. You’re amazing… sweet… everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s just… my family will never approve of me and Marcus.” “You… you’re freaking gay, David?” she shouted, the words spilling out before she could stop them. Rose’s chest heaved, tears already streaming down her cheeks. Her voice was trembling, filled with hurt and betrayal. “You… you just wanted me to be your pretend girlfriend!” she cried. “That day… the day you first saw me in this restaurant… you came to see him! How long have you guys been dating?” He swallowed hard, his voice low. “A year… now.” Rose’s chest heaved, and then, almost bitterly, she let out a short, shaky laugh. “And we’ve been dating… for two months,” she said, shaking her head at herself, the laugh escaping like a mix of disbelief and hurt. David grabbed her arm, his eyes desperate. “Please… just be my pretend girlfriend,” he begged, his voice low and urgent. Rose jerked her arm free, stepping back. “I’m not interested,” she said, her voice trembling. He swallowed hard, then opened his wallet, desperation flashing in his eyes. “I’ll pay… name it! One million? Two?” Her hands trembled, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her voice was barely steady as she spat out the words. “No. I don’t want your money. I don’t want you. And I never… ever want to see you again.” With that, she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving him frozen, wallet open in his hand. How could he have the guts… after everything, after she just caught him kissing another man, to think money could fix this?