THE RELUCTANT MAFIA BOSS

CHAPTER 9

Enrique’s question rang in my ears, but I chose to ignore it and smiled at him. “Here, have some of the steamed fish for breakfast; it’s healthy.” It had been a long time since I became wild and partied all night. Maybe I was already out of my mind, but all of a sudden, an idea popped up, and I think it’s going to work just fine.

“So you’re not going to tell me who is Ava,” he murmured.

“She’s a sister by heart,” I replied briefly. “Hmmm, you know she’s a little wild, so maybe you can accompany her to the club.”

“It’s not part of my job,” he replied coldly.

“Come on, Ken! I’m asking you nicely,” I tried to convince him, but Enrique Navarro continued to be stubborn about it.

“My job is to guard you 24/7, and that’s it.”

“I can take care of myself!” I didn’t plan to raise my voice at him, but the man was so difficult to convince. “If there’s something I need from you, I think it’s your body!”

“You're not bad-looking, Tyler, so I'm sure there will be a few males who want to feed your lust. He tried to persuade me that I didn't have to fall so low by f*****g a servant, and I could see his desperation, fear, and sadness in his eyes.

I persisted, “Nice try, Enrique, but I only want you,” and he must have recognized he didn't have a chance to refuse...in the future! “How much is it? Ken, you set the price.” Perhaps I was being overborne because Enrique appeared flustered after I spoke to him in this manner. “I apologize if my proposition makes you feel a little uneasy,” I said.

“Tyler, I'm not sure why you have to do this.” Enrique shook his head as he spoke, and all I could do was look at him and feel awful.

I told him, “Perhaps if I were a woman right now, you wouldn't say that to me. I'm sure you'll be delighted to accept the offer, am I correct?”

He said, "No."

I called him a liar.

Sandra surreptitiously excused herself after overhearing our chat and feeling awful for me. After breakfast, I decided to stay in the library and finish the manuscript I'd been working on for over a decade.

With magnificent décor and wonderful lighting, the library demonstrated a great deal of attention to detail. Philip’s love of literature was reflected in the double-height library. Silk damask covered the windows and the Couturier-designed sofa. When it comes to interior design, the library has been one of my favourites because it wasn’t a usual one. Once inside the library, a person wouldn’t want to go out anymore. It has a variety of books, fiction and non-fiction, and there are several comfortable seats inside. Philip designed it while thinking of his future grandchildren and his desire for them to look at books.

I've always enjoyed writing in my spare time, but I couldn't finish my work no matter what I tried. Maybe I could start over and write a new one about a bodyguard and a mafia's daughter. Is it better for me to write my love story? Who will play the male lead?

When it came to writing, I was a bit old fashioned and preferred to do so on paper rather than on a computer. On the opening page, I was presenting my male protagonist when Enrique walked in without knocking.

Because I was surprised when he pushed the door open earlier, I admonished him, saying, "You should learn to knock."

“Are you trying to avoid me, Tyler?” He inquired further.

“Can't you see that I'm busy right now? Go over there or read a book if you want to keep me company. Just don't show yourself in front of me,” I implored him because it was difficult for me to focus on my work.

He proclaimed, “It's sweltering in here,” and before I could stop him, he had already removed his upper garments, exposing his eight-pack abs.

I yelled at him when his hands reached for his belt. “What the hell are you doing in front of me?”

I glanced at him in surprise as he casually said, "Teasing you."

“Are you serious, Ken? You told me not to fall so low, but you're flaunting your wealth in front of my helpless eyes!”

Enrique laughed at my remark, but it didn't bother me. It may be sarcastic, or he could be amused! He challenged me and said, “Stop me if you can.”

 “s**t!” I cursed the man for his misbehaviour. He had the audacity to display his boxer-clad body while I was working on my paper. “Put them on,” I said as I got to approach him.

“Tyler, it's hot in here. “Perhaps you should as well,” he said.

“Should I?”

I'm sure the man believed I'd tremble in the face of his challenge. I slowly unzipped and pulled down my pants. It wouldn't be an issue because he'd already seen me in my boxer shorts. I noticed him staring at me after I removed my upper garments. He's got abs. No problem, I have mine as well, and he couldn't take his gaze away from them.

 Enrique’s eyes widen when I take off my clothes too, and there was no reservation in the way I stripped them until what remained on my body was only the boxer shorts. “We should work out together,” I suggested.

“Maybe we should,” he replied.