Mafia's Accidental Girlfriend

Rose Sylvie: I could feel my body losing control as I let myself get influenced by the alcohol in my system. The feeling of bravery was new to me as my body moved, not so elegantly, to the loud music blaring in the bar. My red dress was hugging me tightly. I could barely breathe in the dress, but the taste of newfound freedom compensated well. “Hey, want to join us for a game of Truth and Dare?” I heard Timothy speak, draping an arm around my shoulders, and I blinked my eyes, shrugging my shoulders, grinning at him. “When has Rose Sylvie ever turned down an offer of a game and a word of challenge, Tim?” I asked my friend, who rolled his eyes and dragged me to where our college group was, dancing and drinking. “When has Rose Sylvie ever graced us with her presence before for us to know?” Timothy reverted, making me snort as I squeezed myself into the small space beside Lily and her boyfriend, Ashton. “Cosmopolitan? Well, I took you more of a whiskey kind of person. Want me to buy you a good drink, Rose?” Ryder said, and I shook my head, looking up. How would I know if I had never tried whiskey before? The Cosmopolitan was the first drink I ever tried in my twenty years of living. I, of course, didn’t say it out loud. I just laughed instead. “And I took you more of mind his business kind of a person. Guess we are both wrong then.” I said, offering him a tight-lipped smile as I took another sip of my drink. Timothy and Lily laughed while Ryder looked away embarrassed. Before any of us could have said anything further, the empty bottle rolled on the table and stopped with its open mouth facing me, making them cheer. “Truth or dare, Rose?” Lily asked me, a mischievous look swirling in her eyes and I twisted my lips, thinking hard. It was the alcohol in my system that made me take a bold decision because the sober Rose would have always opted for the Truth to lie conveniently. But the Cosmopolitan inside me ignited my spirit, taking control over my tongue as I smiled widely, the effects of alcohol already heavy on me. “Dare.” “I pity you, Rose.” Ashton sympathized with me as he ran his fingers across the length of his girlfriend’s arms, kissing her shoulders, making me look away. “Shut up, Ash! There’s no truth or dare without kissing dares.” Lily said, hitting her boyfriend’s stomach, and my eyes widened in alarm. “Excuse me?” “Yes, Rose Sylvie, I dare you to kiss the first person that walks inside the bar in the next five minutes,” Lily said, the impish smile on her face made my heart race against my ribcage dangerously. I had never kissed anyone before. I had never been close to any male species in my life before. I gulped harshly and shook my head. “Truth! I…. I opt for the truth.” I quickly blurted out, and Timothy burst out laughing, making me glare at him until he zipped his lips shut. “Can’t do that, darling. Rules are rules. You chose the dare and now you need to complete the dare.” Lily said, and I scowled at her, shaking my head adamantly. “I never ki—” “You have never kissed anyone before, right, Sylvie? She is just a kid, guys. Calm down with your adult dares with her. How about you suck on a lollipop as a dare, hm?” Ryder said, and I glared at him. The boy had some issues with me. I took a long sip of my drink, gulping down all the contents in the glass in one go before standing up, and slamming my palms against the table. “We’ll see, Ryder, who’s a kid here,” I said, my ego badly bruised. And Timothy looked at me in concern. “You don’t need to do anything you are not ready for, Rose. No one will say a thing to you.” Timothy said, standing up beside me and I smiled at him gently. “I am fine, Tim. Some people need to keep their mouths shut. And if they won’t, I will give them a reason to do so.” I said, and before Timothy could have convinced me more, I turned around to head towards the entry point of the bar. The moment I turned around, three men walked inside the bar, dressed in suits. I don’t know if they were really so handsome and alluring or if my abbreviated mind was making me find them exceptionally alluring, but I froze when I saw them. Especially the men who were in the front, leading the two men behind him, walking like they owned the world. Alert and guarded, but smelled of power and money. “Fuck.” I cursed myself when I saw Lily looking at me with challenging eyes. Ryder was smirking there. As if he knew I could never go around and approach a man. “You can do this, Rose.” With one final mental speech of motivation, and almost stumbling down, I made my way to the men dressed in suits. With every step I took toward them, the two men behind the man with green eyes were becoming invisible to my eyes. My eyes were stuck on the man in front of them, dressed in a crisp black suit, the sleeves of which were hugging his taut muscles, making me swallow my saliva subconsciously. His green eyes were looking around the bar, oblivious to my gaze, as if checking his surroundings. His dark hair was combed back elegantly, unlike my batchmates. He looked mature and was very handsome for a man who had just entered the bar. With every step I took towards him, the alcohol inside me was clouding my mind, my thinking ability. My fingers trembled as I inched even closer to him. He was easily five or six inches taller than me. And I was wearing heels. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, and my words might have taken him by surprise because he looked straight into my eyes, knocking my breath off. His gaze was more than enough to sober me up and then intoxicate me again. This time for a whole different reason. “Excuse me?” The man spoke back. His voice was loud, over the music, while mine was a whisper. I don’t know how he even heard me over the music. Or maybe he just sensed my presence. But I could still feel the shiver that ran down my spine when he spoke, looking at me, addressing me. His expensive cologne washed over me, making me suck in a breath. “I am sorry,” I repeated before taking a step forward and letting my lips touch the corner of his mouth softly, escaping his lips dangerously as I kissed him. My body stopped trembling the moment I kissed him. For some reason, I felt a little too energetic as I pulled back, staring right into his eyes, the green orbs maliciously looking at me, a different light sparking in them as he watched me smile at him. I was drunk by then. “I am sorry it was a dare.” My voice was no longer a whisper this time. And his eyes darkened, making my body quiver as he took a step forward, silencing the men behind him. I forgot to notice when I kissed him. They looked ready to take me down. “So you go around kissing random people in the bar in the name of games?” His dark voice made my lips part. He was coming dangerously closer to me, making me take a couple of steps back. “I’m sorry, it was a dare—” “Do hell with your sorry. Do you even know who I am?” He asked me, his green eyes held me captive. And suddenly everyone was staring at us. And that was when I realized people were filming. And they were staring at the man I kissed in awe. And suddenly a realization hit me. My mind reeled back as I looked around to find everyone gazing at him in awe and me in shock. Whom exactly did I kiss? Who was this person exactly? “No? Don’t you know who you are? Do you…. Do you suffer from Alzheimer’s? You’re too young to be diagnosed by…….” “Rose!” Timothy pulled me back before I could have done any more damage than I already did. I blinked back innocently, looking at my friend who, for some unknown reason, seemed very panicked. “She is drunk, Sir. We are sorry.” Timothy apologized on my behalf and I shook my head. “I am not sorry….” “Rose! Shut up, I am talking.” Timothy chided me, and I glared at him but it got wasted on him as he looked back at the man, who was busy staring at me as if trying to study me, observe me. His gaze did things to me that I blamed on my drink. I had to look away from his gaze, that’s how intense his gaze was, how sharp his eyes were, ready to stab me with the dagger of eyes he had. The green eyes were enough to make my heart bleed. “She is drunk and out of her senses, Sir. But we are sorry for all the inconvenience caused. But we don’t need any trouble, Sir. I hope you understand.” Timothy’s voice shook, no matter how hard he tried to be bold, his quivering voice gave away his fear. “Viktor! Make sure no one steps out of the bar without their phones getting checked. I don’t want a single photo or a single video to get viral outside.” The man said, his voice made me swallow harshly. “Thank you, Sir,” Timothy said, and before he could have taken both of us outside, I felt bile rising in my throat. The idea of drinking with an empty stomach wasn’t so nice after all. None of the people there knew what was happening to me. They didn’t know how the taste of mouth turned bitter and before I could have signalled Timothy, I pushed him away and started puking my gut out. I didn’t realize what was happening around me when I saw Timothy’s soul leaving his body. The collective gasps went unheard as the music was too loud. But their expressions made me lightheaded. And I realized my mistake only when the men behind him rushed to him, glaring at me. And I gasped when I saw his expensive shoes covered in my puke. I clenched my eyes shut at the scene. Timothy rushed to grab my arm before tugging me up, and before we knew it, we were running out of the scene. My eyes found green eyes for the last time as I felt another wave of nausea hitting me and I puked again, luckily this time on the floor and not on somebody’s shoes. Before I could have drowned myself to save the embarrassment, my eyes met his green orbs once again. I saw irritation flashing in them before I was dragged out of the bar, followed by our other friends. —-- The pounding ache in my head woke me up the next day. The aftermath of alcohol made me wince. I grabbed my head and shook my head. I never in my life imagined I would taste alcohol. That was something I had promised to never touch. But is it a real promise if you’re not planning to break it? I got down from my makeshift bed, tripping on the pillows I must have kicked down while sleeping. I don’t remember how I made it to my rented apartment. The only thing I remembered was……. Holy mothers of unholy shits! My eyes widened in terror as the events of last night flashed in front of my eyes, like a horror film, replaying for endless time. I gulped as I remember kissing a random man in the bar. I remember puking on his shoes. I remember staring into his green eyes, losing myself in them. I remember how I didn’t even ask for his permission to kiss him. I was very well aware of how stupid and reckless my decision was. And not to mention immoral. But then I remember the look in his green eyes. Those emerald eyes were holding the mystery of nature and woods. Those green eyes had a kind of alluring enigma that managed to imprint in my memory although I was too drunk to remember. But those eyes were too beautiful to be forgotten by alcohol. Snap out of it, Rose! I chided myself. He was just a stranger. Just a stranger you kissed. Just a stranger. He might never meet you again. And even if we ever crossed paths again, I would never start a conversation with him. Behind those beautiful green orbs resided danger that my drunk self easily sensed. The men behind him, ready to rip people into shreds whoever tried to come in five meters of radar with him was proof enough. “Snap out of it, Rose! Snap…..” I was warning myself when my phone beeped with a message, making me stop cursing myself. The charity event is scheduled for today morning. Come with your typewriter near Cafe Lover’s Point at eight a.m. sharp. — Silas. I looked at my phone, checking the time after reading the message, and cursed myself when I saw it was seven in the morning already. Quickly kicking the pillows away, I rushed to my restroom and did my business. Once I was done with my morning routine and washing my hair, I wrapped a towel around my long hair and pulled out the nicest and most warm clothes I owned, which happened to be a white blouse and a pair of gray pants. I quickly rubbed my hair with the towel to dry it before letting my hair fall on my chest as they were still damp. Suddenly, the feeling of loneliness hit me when I felt hunger crippling my stomach. Ever since I moved out of the orphanage after I turned eighteen, life has been different. When I feel more responsible as an adult, when I can take my own decisions, I have no one else around. Even when I enjoy my own space, sometimes this space feels suffocating. Swallowing the bitter emotions, I started making a bread omelet and coffee for myself. Sometimes, living alone is still better than living amid those who don’t want you.