Princess, I'm Starving

VALENTINA RODRIGUEZ POV

He grabs my arm and drags me into the kitchen.

No, no, no!

If he wants me to make breakfast for him, no, I don’t want to and will not do it.

He sat on the stool, and I stand beside him, facing him.

“Princess, I’m starving,” He pouts and starts to make a cute puppy face.

I face the ceiling praying that I will be strong enough to look at him. One of the things that mostly hold me from winning is his puppy face. I was surprised when he does that to me for the first time.

Right then and there, I know, I can’t win against his puppy face. I wonder if any of the guys had seen him like this. What kind of a feared gang leader would make a puppy face?

Damn it!

How can I resist him?

I close my eyes. Inhale, exhale.

Think about a cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, flowers, my family, my Mustang.

That’s it! I’m going back to the living room.

I turn, but a pair of arm swiftly grab my waist. I gulped when I felt electric sparks fly where this man touched me.

“Don’t disobey me,” He warns in a husky tone.

“I am not your whore nor your slaves, Keith,” I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

“But, your mine and also my other half. For me to live, I need the other half to help me,”

“Your crazy, ”

I try to pry away his arm from me. Keyword, try.

“Damn it. You look good on my shirt,”

And now, he’s changing the topic?

Where is his jerk attitude?

Where’s my accusing hot asshole?

Where’s- Wait, what?

Did I just call him my hot asshole?

Good grief.

My breath hitch, as my heart began to pump faster.

“I think I had to change my clothes then,” I let out a chuckle—a nervous one.

Urgh! Why am I not acting like a bitch today?

Instead of answering me, his breath fanned on my neck. He was trying to distract me with his charm as a player.

“Keith, let go. I’ll make you breakfast, ” I said, changing the topic.

He chuckles before letting me go. I strode towards the fridge to make him breakfast—a fast one. I grew uncomfortable as his eyes were burning a hole on my back.

I put the breakfast in front of him and strode towards the living room. But, his voice stopped me.

“Sit down,”

I walked back and sat at the end of the countertop far from him.

“In front of me,” he ordered again.

I glare at him before moving towards the bar stool in front of him. I put my head on the table using my arm for support. I don’t want to see his face.

I don’t know what I will do after this. If I continued to work in the office, Kayden would be there to confront me.

That’s right; I still have to work. I sigh heavily. I should tell Nancy that I can’t go to work for a few days and pretend to be sick.

Damn it, Kayden.

I should have gone to that-freaking party-so I can watch him. My heart hasn’t gathered back to its piece.

I thought that after I got drunk and woke up, I wouldn’t even feel anything anymore. Wrong. Every bit of breath seems too painful to take.

“Vale, Bebe, are you okay?” Keith’s voice snapped me out of my thought.

I raised my head and saw his blue eyes full of concern. Just tell me this is a dream.

The-asshole-gang leader seems to have mental health. He never shows concern except for his family.

“I am fine, Keith,”

He raises his hand and runs his thumb on my cheek. That’s when I realise I had been crying.

Dang!

Why did he have to watch me cry? This had been the third time. I hated him for never looking away when I felt vulnerable.

“K-Keith? ”

“Hmm? ”

“Am I ugly? ”

He grimaced at this.

“What kind of question is that? ”

“Just answer it, honestly, ”

“No, you’re not. Don’t even think about it, ”

I hate his face. Especially his eyes. It shows sincerity. Another tear roll down my cheeks. His fingers were so warm against my cheek.

“Don’t cry, it’s not worth it. That guy didn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know how to appreciate your love, okay? ”

I nodded, and he retreated his hand.

As much as I hate to say this, I miss his warm fingers on my face.

“Thank you,” I said in a whisper tone.

“I didn’t do anything, princess,” He chuckles, making me blush.

“Anyway, I hope that you coped up with your feeling as soon as you can. I don’t want you to get distracted on your mission,”

And just like that, the weather change.

Asshole.