Blackmailed By The Ruthless Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 12~ BREAKFAST IN BED

The light from the sun penetrated Larisa’s eyes as she opened them, blurrily peeking around at her surroundings. From what she could see, she was in a room, a very extravagant one at that.

The yellow curtains that Julian held onto made way to large glass windows that projected the sunlight onto her. There was a ceiling fan above her head, gold in colour and the bulb in the centre of the blades was turned off.

There were many other things she could’ve noticed too, but Julian’s presence was too disruptive and oppressive for her to look away from him for too long. So she kept her gaze on the smile on his lips as he let go of the curtains he seemed to have drawn open and approached her. “You’re awake now, I see.”

He walked around the bed, and her eyes followed him warily. There was a distinct pain in her head, a familiar one and probably one that added up to the reason why she couldn’t remember how she even got here.

“I made you breakfast…or rather, I asked Mariann to do it for me.” He reached towards the bedside table, picking up a tray of food and pushing it towards her. “I heard women liked it when their men do stuff like this.”

Larisa squinted at the tray and then at him. “W-What do you mean?”

“Just take it, Larisa.” Obeying his words, she hesitantly reached for the tray, taking it from his grasp. “I asked her to prepare you something light. You were a little drunk last night, eating something heavy for breakfast would probably make you feel sick.”

If the pain in her head didn’t completely confirm it, then his words definitely did. She’d been drunk last night…the last thing she remembered was pouring at least three glasses of wine down her throat and then nothing else…her mind was just…just blank.

And that didn’t sit right with her. She wanted to know where she was…how she got here, and most importantly, what this devil from hell did to her while she was vulnerable.

Laying the tray down on the bed beside her, she twisted onto her side and hiked up, using her elbow as an anchor. "What…?” She cleared her throat, shifting her gaze away from him before continuing. “What happe…did anything happen last night?”

He shrugged his shoulders, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “Nothing much, but you’re a naughty drunk, Larisa. I expected anything else but that from you.”

“What?” Her eyes widened in dense curiosity. “What did I do?”

“You cursed at me…like really cursed at me.”

“I…I did?” Shame filled her wide eyes as she slowly laid back down. “But is t-that all?”

“What…? Was there something else that should’ve happened?” His smirk had her shaking her head immediately and when his hand clutched onto her thigh that was tucked beneath the sheets, she jumped faintly. “I might be so into you that it drives me crazy, but I’d never take advantage of you when you’re drunk…I’d like you to remember everything these hands do to you.”

His hand climbed higher up her thigh and Larisa’s breath hitched. “The pleasure I can and will give you, Larisa isn’t something you should just forget. My touch will saturate your skin, and my kisses will bruise your lips…just wait, soon enough…you’ll want me just as much.”

Upon reaching the apex of her thigh, he retrieved his hand, and Larisa was quick to put more space between them. “Eat and then meet me outside, I have something for you to do.”

As soon as he got up and walked outside, Larisa felt like she could breathe. Her heart was so heavy with fear, that she didn’t even know what to say to him.

With a sigh, she looked down at the tray of food; scrambled eggs with toasted bread, lettuce and tomato at the side ~an egg sandwich~ It was a light breakfast indeed. There was also a glass of what looked and smelled like orange juice and beside it was a single pack of pain killers; sealed and withholding only 2 capsules.

Well, that’s considerate coming from someone like him.

Carefully sitting up, Larisa took the tray in her lap. She didn’t really trust Julian enough to eat anything cooked in his house, but if she was going to live here, then she barely even had a choice and she was a little hungry too.

If he was going to kill her, he’d have done it already…and he wouldn’t have to poison her food to do it.

Picking up a slice of the two breads, she topped it with the fillings on the tray, closing it with the other slice. Her reluctance to eat it diminished with every bite she took out of it. An egg sandwich shouldn’t be this good.

Swallowing the last piece, she reached for the orange juice, gulping down a half of it before tearing the packet of pills open and using the rest of the juice to swallow them.

She then pushed the tray aside and shuffled to the edge of the bed, staring indecisively at the door. She didn’t want to go out there, but it was a situation where she absolutely had to. She didn’t want to talk to him, but she didn’t want to risk the damn psychopath getting mad at her for not listening.

The thought of closing the door so he couldn’t get in ran across her mind, but something told her that he had the keys, and she believed it.

So without much more thought, she grabbed the tray and walked to the door, opening it.

With a deep breath, she walked out the door, and just around the corner of the hall, she was greeted with what she knew was the living room. It was big and spacious and the furniture inside were almost unreal. The Television etched to the white wall was the biggest one she’d ever seen in her life, much bigger than the one in her room. A movie was on, but it was either muted or turned down low…so she couldn’t hear anything.

Looking away from it, she looked at Julian who sat on the khaki coloured sofa, hands intertwined in his lap as he watched her. “You look sexy in my shirt.” He rasped.

Larisa looked down at herself. “Y-Your shirt…?” She stuttered lowly, holding the hem of it in her hands. She never noticed it before, but just when she was about to ask why she was wearing it all the memories of last night suddenly rained down on her mind like a flood. “Oh, your shirt.”

Her cheeks flushed red as she held her head down. “I’m sorry…the vomit…the cursed words…I’m so sor…I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine, Larisa. Come here.” He tapped his lap and Larisa slowly approached him. She didn’t sit there, instead, she sat beside him on the sofa, placing the tray in her lap, and for some reason that made him chuckle. “I know we already talked about this in the car last night. You staying here for two months to pay back what you owe me. However, as a man of business…I know you can go back on your words anytime, so I typed up a contract this morning. I want you to sign it.”

“A contract?”

“Yes, one that will stop you from running away during the duration of our agreement.” He gestured to the cocktail table in front of the sofa. “There’s the contract, and the pen.”