Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Liam chuckled and walked to her quietly. He won't let her leave this way and get embarrassed later regretting her decision. She really did not look at the mirror.

Rose held the handle of the door tightly as she fought with her pride. It wanted her to walk out of the house and return home immediately but she was hungry and she did not know where she was.

"You can't go out in your pyjamas, right?" He asked playfully with a soft laughter.

She looked down at the silk pyjamas she wore and let go of the door handle. She turned to come face to face with that very handsome face, she gulped. At least he gave her a reason to stay, her pride won't let her go back home in a pyjamas.

"Here, sit down," he said pulling back a stool for her when she got to the island in the kitchen.

She nodded and sat down while he served her quickly but carefully. As she watched him serve her breakfast, she found herself so engrossed in watching him.

The way the muscles of his hands moved as he carried the plate of toasted bread, the way his back muscles flexed under the free off-white crew neck sweatshirt he wore made her wonder how they will feel under her fingers.

"You must be really hungry, you are drooling," Liam teased her as he sat down with his plate of toast, egg and mug of milk.

Rose dropped her gaze as she used her fingers to rub all the corners of her lips. When she did not feel any moisture, she raised her head and glared at him.

He smiled at her as he took a sip of warm milk. He found her very adorable. It took more than a lifetime to be able to sit down together with her and have breakfast together and he was determined to cherish and enjoy every second of it before his time is up.

This should not feel right in any way. Why was the cold Mafia King having breakfast with her in his mansion? Why was he smiling to her when no one have seen his smile? Why was he looking so handsome in the morning? Why did he look so handsome?

She gave herself a mental slap to bring her mind back to reality. It was not about how handsome he looked or how well-toned his body appeared even under such free out fit.

It was really not about how good he looked in the casual outfit that she found herself debating on which outfit makes him look better. It was not about . . .

'Oh gosh! Get your head back here, Rose,' she scolded sternly hoping her thoughts are generous enough to focus on the fact that she have never spoken to him until today and the first day she did, she was in his house.

More things to focus on: why was she here? How did she get into his house? Did he kidnap her? Did he do it out of kindness? For how long have she been in this house? What was the time?!

"Please what is the time?" she asked when her mind felt too occupied to begin eating breakfast.

He stared ahead for a few seconds and returned his gaze to her. "It's 12 noon," he replied easily and continued eating his lunch in a way Rose found really beautiful.

'Naughty thoughts come back here,' she ordered mentally. 'Did he just guess the time?'

"Please where is the clock you got the time from?" she found herself asking immediately.

"Behind you in the living room," he replied amused by the question she asked.

She turned back to see a clock in the living room imbedded into the wall. She felt impressed by the work of art despite how simple it looked with the off-white paint on the wall and its black other features.

"I designed it," he said when she kept staring. "I wanted something simple. I did not want something that will destroy the simply appearance of the house."

Rose turned and faced him again. Why was he telling her? He suddenly became the most complicated human she had ever talked to.

"Eat your breakfast or should I say lunch. The milk will get cold," he told and continued eating his brunch.

Why does he care if I eat or not? She felt the pain of hunger in her stomach and it drove her to begin eating immediately taking her time despite how she wished she was alone so she could eat it all as fast as she could.

All her questions and uncertainties waited for her to eat her breakfast. It was nice and delicious. "Thank you," she appreciated when her plates and cups were empty.

"You are welcome. Should I get you more?" he asked.

"No thank you," she replied shaking her head furiously. Four slices of bread should be enough, right? She could eat when she gets back home if she gets really hungry.

"You are welcome. Don't drink alcohol again," he said with the last sentence a command.

"Uh?" She asked confused. What gave him the right to tell me what to do and what not to do?

"Yesterday, you were completely knocked out by just a glass of tequila," he said shaking his head as he stood up piling up the plates. "You are lucky you did not suffer severe hangover."

"Let me do it," she said standing up immediately. She took his plate from him and he let her immediately without hesitating but took the cups. The two walked to the dish washer together.

Liam smiled, this felt perfect.

"I need my dress I will like to go home now," she said after arranging the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Take a nice bath before you go. You will know you need it when you look into the mirror," he said with a soft chuckled that sounded like music in her ears until she took note of the last sentence.

Without wasting a second, she ran up the stairs.

"I will get your clothes for you," he called after her laughing louder now. He found her very lovely and interesting. She had always been the person to make him laugh. No one else could do that.

Rose almost screamed when she saw her reflection on the mirror. "No," she cried running her fingers through her hair. "Why?" she continued crying.

This was the worse appearance she have ever had in this life. The eye mascara Debby and Anna insisted on putting on her lashes and the eyeliner had smeared around her eyes and the lipstick on her lips was not in good shape either.

She literally cried as she walked to the large shower cubicle to take her bath ignoring the large bathing tub that did enough good of calling her attention. She wanted to take a very quick and effective bath so she could leave the house immediately.

The shower gel smelt like him, was he really the person that gave her peaceful night rest, so it was not an angel after all although she had wished it was a human.

It was a human and a very hot, handsome human that could melt the heart of anyone both physically and mentally.

The white soft dressing coat she found happened to be her size which surprised her since she was more than a head shorter than him.

She stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in the dressing coat as she tried drying her hair with a towel to see Liam standing by the bed with a hair dryer in his hand and clothes on the bed.

Oh gosh! This was beyond a dream, although she knew she will prefer to remain in the dream than return to her reality. She really had to wonder if he had multiple personalities.

"Thank you," she said walking to him.