He took down his newspaper, giving me his bright smile.
"There's my little pumpkin," he said as I almost ran towards him. He extended his hands to me and I hugged him tightly.
I really missed him.
"You are home," I said, sitting on his lap like I have always done since I was little.
"Yes, sweetie. I am back and not going on a trip again till further notice."
"Yes!" I squealed, making him chuckle.
"My princess is really happy about that, I can see."
"Of course I am, dad. I hate it whenever you go on those annoying trips and leave me here alone," I said, pouting.
He chuckled. "Alone?"
I nodded.
"But you have your mother here with you, sweetie."
"No, mum is not enough." I whined.
He chuckled again.
"Oh really?" mum chipped in, making us look her way. She is walking towards us with a plate in her hands. She is dressed in one of the beautiful dresses she made.
Yeah, she never wears dresses she didn't make.
Well, except for Louis Vuitton. She loves their brand so much.
"Your mum is not enough for you, huh?" she asked, taking a seat opposite us and placing the plate of cookies on the little table next to her.
They smells divine!
"I want my dad," I said, resting my head on my dad's shoulders.
"You heard that," Dad said to her proudly, chuckling afterward.
I grinned at my mum, making her scoff and flip her long black hair.
I got that from her. Dad has curly brown hair, but I have got his green eyes.
"No cookies for traitors, you know." mum said to me, eating the cookie in her hand.
My shoulders fell.
"Mum," I chirped.
Dad chuckled again.
"You heard me, young lady," she said, making me pout.
"Don't worry, princess, I will get you a million boxes of cookies," dad said.
"Yes!" I squealed, poking my tongue at my mum.
Mum scoffed.
Dad chuckled.
"I love you so much, dad," I said, wrapping my hands around his neck.
"I love you too, princess." he said, kissing my hair.
I giggled.
"Okay, okay, that's enough, young lady. Get up and go shower," mum said, sounding jealous.
Ha! I love it whenever she is like that.
"Your mum is jealous," dad said.
"I know she is," I said, chuckling, and so is my dad.
"Get up from my husband's lap, right now," mum said calmly.
"No way," I said.
"That's my husband, young lady. Go and get yours. You are of age already."
Dad chuckled.
"He is my dad. Go get yours," I said.
Mum scoffed.
"Okay, okay, ladies. I am big enough for my two lovely ladies," dad said, smiling at me.
I smiled too as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I got on my feet and walked towards my mum. I gave her a kiss on her cheek as well, but picked up a cookie instantly and headed for the stairs.
"Hey!" Mum called, but I ran up the stairs, chuckling.
"Dinner is in two hours!" I heard my mum say out loud.
"Okay!" I said, walking into my room and closing the door behind me.
I ate the cookies as I placed my bag on my bed. I hummed at the glorious taste. My mum makes the best cookies ever.
I stripped off my clothes and walked towards the bathroom. After doing my business, I walked out of the bathroom with my pink towel wrapped around my body and a pink bonnet covering my head.
Yeah, all pink.
I love pink so much.
My queen-sized bed has a pink duvet on it, pink pillows and my pink teddy bear that I called Mr Teddy.
I love teddies.
The walls are painted pink and white, my couches, my nightstands and floor tiles are pink as well, but my chandelier is just how a chandelier is meant to be.
Mum said there are no pink chandeliers in this world.
Yeah, yeah, I don't believe her.
There will surely be pink chandeliers out there somewhere. Mum clearly doesn't want to get it for me.
Like she said, "I am being unbelievable,"
Yeah, I can be like that sometimes.
Done applying all my skin care products, I hummed as I put on my pink robe and also put on my white bunny-designed hairband on my long black hair.
I applied some cream under my green eyes before I forgot that too.
I stared at myself one last time in the mirror before walking towards my bed and unzipped my bag. I took out my novel, feeling the excitement building up within me.
I have an hour left before my mum calls me for dinner. So, that's more than enough time to read like four to five chapters.
I am a fast reader.
Smiling happily, I laid on my belly, flipping through the pages to get to the spot I left off, thanks to my unbearable best friend.
She said she was coming this weekend, which is in three days. Before then, I will be done with this book and look for another.
She hates novels.
That's the only thing we don't have in common. I love fairy tales. She is a realist. She hates movies and stories.
She only believes what she sees.
I am very different.
I love fairy tales so much.
Don't judge me because everyone has rights to their beliefs and the things they love.
And wish to have.
Just like this Mafia romance story of mine.
I love everything about it. The stories are very interesting and beautiful. I have read a lot of them. I have even lost count.
It brings me so much joy and excitement. I would spend hours in my room or, during my free time, drowning myself in stories.
I smiled as I read the lines on the page.
Lyric Norman is the female lead in this story called "ACE'S MASTERPIECE" and her love interest is Ace Nikolov, the male lead and Mafia boss.
I love the idea of a mafia boss and his innocent love interest. Everything about them is so firing and exciting. No doubt I want something like that.
Hell, I want to marry an actual mafia boss. I don't care the amount of danger that is involved in a mafia world. I just want the excitement.
I want everything.
Don't get me started with the sex scenes that come with the stories.
Good God!
Funny enough, I am a twenty-year-old virgin, but I have had wet dreams in my head and in my sleep too, about a sexy, delicious-looking mafia man pleasuring me.
And yes, I have touched myself countless times reading a lot of stories.
Don't judge me.
I just can't get enough!
Ugh!
I smiled as I read the kissing scene, imagining myself as Lyric. She is so lucky.
I want to know so much how it feels to be kissed by a mafia boss. I know it would be insane.
Everything will be insane. His touch, his desire to protect, his care, everything!
I have had my fair share of boys back in high school. Actually, I have had only one boyfriend so far. His name is Jake, and we only lasted for three months.
It was a shitty relationship. The kisses we shared felt like nothing, and he would always complain about my nonchalance towards our relationship and, of course, my obsession with novels.
Well, I don't care. Now I am in college, I am waiting patiently for my mafia man to come and sweep me off my feet.
Call me crazy like Imogen would always do, but that's my greatest desire right now. I want to cross paths with a mafia boss. A young and dangerous looking man who would have a soft spot for me and make me feel safe in his arms.
And he will call me cupcake when he wants to get nasty.
Or sunshine.
Nah, I prefer kitty. Just like Ace calls Lyric.
I giggled at my thoughts as I laid on my back.
My eyes rested on the ceiling as something filled my thoughts, making my smile fall.
I got out of bed and walked towards my mirror. I stared at myself, studying my appearance.
Mafia men like slender girls with good curves. Just like Lyric. She had long blond hair with baby blue eyes and nice curves in the right places, just as Ace described her in a dreamy way.
He likened her figure to an hour glass.
Damn.
He loves how she looks. And physical appearance is the first thing that attracts a man.
I undid my robe and let it fall down, exposing myself to my eyes in the mirror.
I heaved a sigh.
I barely have curves. My tits are just a moderate size and my hips are just there.
I definitely don't have a figure like an hour glass.
How am I supposed to attract a mafia boss with the way I look? You have to have something to even make them at least look at you, right?
I am not blond like Lyric, neither do I have baby blue eyes which Ace loves looking at a lot.
I have long black hair, annoying green eyes, and I am barely average height. I am five feet three.
My ass.... I turned around and looked at my ass.
It is a moderate size as well.
Okay, stop this, Evelyn. You are perfect. You are beautiful.
You are very attractive and pretty.
Any man would love to make you his girl.
I mean the guy from earlier at school couldn't stop looking at you.
That's pure evidence that you are gorgeous.
Don't forget that.
I smiled at myself.
"You are beautiful, Everlyn Millers," I said.
The door opened instantly, revealing Annamarie, our maid in her early sixties and my nanny since I was two.
"Oh dear,"