Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas) >>
He picked up his well-behaved chihuahua and made his way towards the door.
Why had he chosen to hire Mimi even though her coffee-making skill wasn’t even topnotch? Well, Rhea just started a game of cat and mouse with him and he’d be the one to end it.
So far so good, her plan has been going well.
Rhea was having the time of her life, no, more like pretending to have the best of her life with Big Joe around.
She’s managed to garner his trust enough to have her shop around the city, have Ice Creams at fancy cafés – intentionally avoiding the place where she works since she doesn’t want to implicate Mimi – and of course, hair salons even though Cassie likes to give her one back home. Yep, home – her luxurious prison.
Ever since that night she confronted him, Kenith has learned to keep his distance from her. Their relationship was more formal yet tense. She couldn’t explain it but there was just something about this man that unnerves her especially when he stares at her the way he is doing right now.
Rhea was in the garden having a refreshing tea party with her husband-to-be, Big Joe. To be precise, she was feeding him a piece of cake which he took into his mouth willingly and Kenith stood at the corner watching them with that unexplainable gaze. Does he have feelings for her or is he just salty that his short boss gets to have the beautiful woman he found.
Well, that’s none of her business. Today’s the fourth day and the last day of her freedom because come Saturday morning, she’s married. This was the only time to make a request that would determine her future tonight and the rest of her life. It was risky but she had to try it. No success comes easily without risk.
Rhea was wearing a sleeveless leather dress that showed off quite a cleavage and her curves. Her red hair was curled and cascaded down her shoulders and she put on lipstick looking hot and sassy. If Big Joe was to believe that she’s developing feelings for him, she had to look the part. If there’s anything she knows about women in love, they dressed to impress their partner – and always blushed.
So after she fed him the cake, a part of the icing stuck around his lips and she lowered her body towards him.
“Urm… You got icing on your lips,” She gestured using her lips.
“Oh,” Big Joe said and attempted to wipe it but his aim was inaccurate and only successfully smeared it the more.
She smiled at him, “You didn’t exactly get it off but let me help you,” Rhea said and then reached out, wiping off the cake and then licked it off her thumb much to Big Joe’s shock.
“Don’t gag! Don’t throw up!” Rhea willed herself mentally,” This is just a game of seduction and you’ve been doing so well, don’t ruin it now,”
At once, she covered her discomfort with a smile bright enough to blind even the sun. So when he finally looked away, she threw away the mask she was wearing.
Truthfully speaking, Big Joe was a fine man except for the fact he was three years younger than her uncle and was short. However, Rhea knew better than to get sidetracked from her mission; she was only using him.
Rhea kept on feeding and entertaining him until suddenly her mood plummeted and Big Joe was quick to notice it.
“What of it, Rhea?” He called her by her name which he was now used to. She made him so comfortable around her that he lowered his guard.
Rhea didn’t talk, rather, turned the other way with her face distorted.
“Rhea, please speak to me. You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” He begged for her to look at him.
Finally, Rhea turned and there were tears in her forest green eyes which broke Big Joe’s heart. He referred to her eyes as his green Jade because they reflected serenity and purity when looked into.
“What is it?” he inquired.
Rhea said at last, “I just realized I didn’t have a bachelorette party. What kind of bride nowadays gets married without one,”
At that confession, Big Joe rubbed his chin, “You want a bachelorette party?”
Rhea nodded her head with her lips pouted innocently.
“Sure, you can have it,” He agreed without hesitation.
“Yeah!!” Rhea was up on her feet in celebration and then she went over to dedicate pecks over his face, “Thank you so much,”
Big Joe was over the moon with happiness. This was the first time a woman showed him attention and wasn’t interested in his money, so of course, he had to make her happy.
“What do you need for the ceremony?” Big Joe was ready to sponsor the event.
“Well… Urm…” Rhea bit on her lips nervously.
“What?” He urged her to speak.
“Your club?” She added, “The richest one there is. It’s a once in a lifetime event and I need to have the best night of my life,”
“And?”
Rhea was exhilarated, he agreed just like that? She was expecting a bit of disagreement with her which would cause her to produce more tears to convince him. She was not a drama queen but circumstances turned her into one.
“And my sister,” and that request earned a look from Big Joe which made her to quickly explain, “Bachelorette parties involve a smaller group of women that’s more intimately connected to the bride. I would love for my sister to join in my happy celebration tonight,”
“Fine,” Big Joe agreed and that made Rhea release a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
Why did she invite her sister? Well, tonight deserves a little payback, don’t you think so. Moreover, if she escapes, someone has to take her place – an evil grin crossed her lips at that thought.
Rhea was not a saint and before she finally escapes, she would pay back those that harmed her in their own pocket.
“It’s alright, Kenith would look over the procedures and organize everything there is to the party,” Big Joe said and then raised his chinaware.
“Cheers to our wedding tomorrow,”
Rhea picked up her own ceramics and clicked it with his, “Cheers to our wedding tomorrow,” She took a sip of the tea, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Tonight was going to be great.
“Slap me,” Mimi muttered as she found herself in the foyer of Lukas’s house. Was she sure she came to the right address? Well then, someone who bought her from her boss must be rich enough to own a mansion like this, she surmised while staring at the reflective marble floor.
The interior of the house is focused around a large central hallway serving as the main entrance area to the adjacent rooms. It flows into a large, wide staircase to the private rooms on the second floor. The whole place was spacious, luxurious, and breathtaking, she could almost mistake here for a hotel.
“Miss. Miracle?” a voice said from behind and she turned around only for her gaze to rest on a woman with a blonde bob and looked posh from her head to her feet. She felt intimidated.
“Yes,” The girl raised her hand and added, “And it’s actually Mimi by the way. Miracle seems so outdated so I would request a change of name soon,”
She was still blabbering when the woman turned around with one single command, “Follow me,”
“Well, she doesn’t talk much,” Mimi shrugged and went after her.