The Queen of Mafia - 93 This mouth has another purpose

“I’m really wondering why no women succumb to your sweet mouth.” Aisha said in a teasing tone, however, the soft smile in her mouth tells that she’s rather pleased and flattered by his words.

It feels nice hearing those words from someone, Aisha thought as her smiles widens, especially if that someone is someone whom you care for.

Lucian hears this and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Because I am only like this for you, you’re the only woman who has the pleasure to hear these sweet words from yours truly.”

“Ah-huh,” Aisha nodded as she rolled her eyes. “I believe you.” Anyways, she knows that Lucian isn’t someone who will hook up with some random girl.

And besides, Aisha also believes that Lucian’s standards isn’t low. Just take a look at her.

Lucian looks at Aisha lovingly. His hand reaching to caress her face. He can’t believe that they will be close again like this just like when they are still kids. It just feels surreal. He still remembers how wary she was to him when they saw each other in Rafael and Kristen’s wedding anniversary, coincedentally, it was also Valentine’s Day that day.

He doesn’t really plan on going to the banquet. Lucian remembers that he said to Skyler that he’d rather die than to wish them all the best for their marriage life. He still don’t know how Skyler managed to force him to come, and Lucian is thankful because of that.

If not, how will he met Aisha again? Many years had passed that he was looking for her, after all those years, she was right under his nose the whole time.

Lucian was really bored that time, he was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a stunning woman leaning against the wall. She had an annoyed expression in her face which to Lucian, looked really cute. In that moment, Lucian remembered the cute annoyed expression Ciana makes whenever she was annoyed by his teasing. Then seeing that unique familiar violet eyes of her, Lucian knew that he finally found her, his Ciana[1]. Although her eyes isn’t the same as before, like it lost all its light and happiness in it, Lucian felt that she was the same as the bubbly girl in front of him.

Lucian was about to approach her when a brat beat him into it. It was Freohr. His half brother. He was mad and jealous seeing that they are so close to each other. He suddenly had the urge to break someone’s face. So when Aisha leaved to the garden, he followed her and talked to her, hoping she will remember him.

But she didn’t. She didn’t even take a second look at him and leave immediately. As if his mere presence is suffocating her.

It pained him to know that she didn’t even remember him when he can’t stop thinking about her ever since he met her. But that didn’t stop thr urge to possess her, to love her, and make her his.

After that short meeting, he investigate what happened to her, why she suddenly disappeared. That’s how Lucian knows why she didn’t go to the bakery again that day.

He didn’t believe those bad rumors about her, but he feels sad in her behalf. He knows the pain of losing someone you love, and she was just a mere 3-years-old that time.

How could she survived it? It was in that moment that he swore to himself that he will give all the warmth and love she deserved.

Looking down at the beautiful girl beneath him, he suddenly had a naughty thought. She really looked so seductive as her soft chocolate curls are splayed out in the leather couch, her lips was slightly parted, and her face was flushed.

Lucian cocked his head to the side and smirked down at her. “Ms. Aisha De La Torre, don’t you feel special that the one and only Mr. Lucian Lumière is the one who is telling you all these sweet things to you? Making you feel special?”

Aisha lifted her brows at him before returning his smirk. “It seems that Mr. Lumière is wrong about one thing, I already know that I am special. I’m unique compare to everyone so there’s no need to remimd me that I am special.”

“Cocky.” Lucian’s smirk widens.

“And you’re a sweet talker.” Aisha rolled her eyes at him. “Does your mouth only knows to talk sweet nothings?”

“Then I will show to Ms. De La Torre that this mouth of mine has another purpose than to talk sweet to my Ciana.” His smirk is no longer teasing, rather he looked like an incubus[2] ready to devour her.

[1] The author means “His light”, since Ciana means light.

[2]An incubus is a demon in male form who, according to mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleeping women in order to engage in sexual activity with them.