There's this guy at my university who walks around campus sometimes with the Dean. He normally keeps his distance from the students and ignores any question that a girl might ask. While people are all dying to get to know him, I feel a little uncomfortable when he comes around. I feel like... he's watching me.
----------The Mafia Boss Is Mine----------
written by Misty Plume (Shorts)
It's been twenty days since I've started my life at university. The weather has been pleasant to my surprise and I've been enjoying my course so far.
City life was never something that I had considered, but since this campus is on the outskirts, it makes me feel more at ease.
"Alyssa! Miss Heywood?" I turn around to see my philosophy professor rush towards me, a flyer in hand.
"Finally, I've caught you. Here, there's a ball tonight with some important university donors." he breathlessly delivered. "I've put your name forward to attend. I hope that's alright!"
I know what party he is talking about. It's a privilege to be invited and a very big chance to mingle amongst the rich and famous. You can gain some pretty influential connections in the meantime, and hopefully they should help you get a job upon graduation.
"You wanted to work at a publishers, right? Well, there are many people there who own popular publishing places. Tell them your name and curry some favour with them."
I guess that it would be stupid of me to decline. I really need a job after graduation. My dad is barely able to pay back the money that we owe to the hospital after my mother's cancer diagnosis, which ended up not only leaving us with a pile of debt, but a broken heart as well.
"I'll attend." I declared, holding the flyer in my hands. Mr Jean nodded, repeating to me how big of an opportunity this was, and left without another word.
I was excited about this, but one thing bothered me. I have no good clothes, nor do I have enough money to buy myself any. I rushed home to my dorm and began rummaging through my drawers, only to find the old black shirt and white blouse from my university interview, which wasn't really good attire for a ball.
"Please tell me that you aren't going to wear that on a date..." My roommate Laura rolled her eyes at my outfit and I felt like I was about to break down.
"It's not even a date. It's a ball and I have to impress these millionaires in order to get a job straight out of university."
She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Well, you aren't going to turn any eyes dressed like that. Don't you have money?"
Money was something that most of the students here had. I was lucky enough to get a scholarship, which paid for all of my tuition costs, but stuff like accommodation and food, I had to pay out of pocket.
This is all I have, so I'll just have to suck it up and take it. If they look down on me... well, so be it.
I slipped on the blouse and shirt and began brushing and styling my hair before I heard the loud 6.00PM chime. I got up and waved goodbye to Laura before dashing across campus in heels. Upon arrival, the door security stopped me.
"Waitresses go in by the back door." I've never felt so humiliated in my life.
"I'm here as a guest. Alyssa Heywood, my name is on the list." The security guard checked his list and eventually allowed me inside. I nervously walked forward, my nerves getting the better of me. Is it too late to turn back?
As I properly got a look at the people in attendance, I stopped dead in my tracks. All of the women were wearing flowing white gowns and jewellery that probably could buy a whole apartment complex. The men were dressed in sharp suits, equally as intimidating. I looked around and sure enough, the waiters were wearing blue shirts with a blue tie and the waitresses were wearing a black skirt and a white shirt, just like me. That's why the bodyguard mistook me for a waitress.
"Miss Heywood." I turned my head to see my philosophy professor leaning against the wall. I walked over and he smiled upon seeing me.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't have anything else to wear." He shook his head.
"Don't be apologetic, Alyssa. It's fine. Here, why don't you have a drink?"
"I don't drink."
Alcohol has never set well with me. He still handed me a glass anyway.
"Come on now, you need to have a little liquid courage in order to talk to these guys. Don't disappoint me, Alyssa."
I felt uncomfortable when he suddenly called me by my first name. I looked at the champagne and took a sip, nearly choking on how bubbly it was.
"There we go. Now we're having fun. So Alyssa, do you have a boyfriend?"
His questions were now making me extremely uncomfortable. He set his hand on my back and I tensed up, suddenly walking back.
"What is it? I'm not a bad man, Alyssa."
I don't like him. I don't like this. I shouldn't be here.
"I-I... I have a boyfriend." That was an outright lie.
"Really?" he asked. "What does he do, your boyfriend?"
I looked around and had an epiphany. "He's a waiter. T-That's him over there."
I pointed towards a random waiter at the other end of the room. He was leaning against the wall, seemingly uninterested.
"Oh, really? Well then, go up to him and kiss him." Excuse me? I didn't know what to do. Truth be told, I've never had a boyfriend before, nor have I kissed a man.
"What?" "Kiss him and I'll believe you."
K-Kiss?
"And if I learn that you've been lying to me, let's just say I won't be letting it go."
I've never understood how terrible this teacher of mine is. I nervously walked towards the man, his eyes stuck on his phone.
"Excuse me?" I asked calmly. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I hadn't realised, but up close, this guy is really handsome...
"Can I help you?" I blushed, slipping a lock of hair behind my ear. The bubbly champagne was still messing with my head as I slowly nodded.
"Yes, actually you can. May I borrow your lips?" "Wha-"
I leaned up, grabbing his shirt into my hand and pulled him into me. I've never kissed a man before, but I need to stay away from that leecher of a teacher. Our lips met and in that moment, my cheeks flushed brighter than red.
Instead of pushing me away, I suddenly felt his tongue move forward and suddenly, my whole body began to feel warm. I felt him kiss me back subtly, making my whole body light up on fire.
I never knew that another man's lips would feel so warm and soft. I then pulled back, touching my lips completely embarrassed, before running away.
I can't... I can't stay here anymore. This world is not where I belong. I ran out of that door before anyone could catch me and left to go to my dorm.
Meanwhile, the party was still going on. The professor walked towards the man who was seemingly my boyfriend and smirked.
"Hello, I'm Professor Jean. So, what's your relationship with the girl you were just with?"
The man remained silent for a short while before smirking. "She's mine, naturally. So you've taken a new target."
"T-Target? Whatever do you mean?"
The unknown man brushed himself off and eyed the door. "Five girls have previously complained about you to the Dean for inappropriate conduct. All of them were suspended as a result. However, those girls want revenge, so they came to me."
"W-What are you talking about? How would a waiter-" "I'm sorry, who said that I was ever a waiter? I'm Adam Castell, and I think it's time that we had a little chat."
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The very next morning, I woke up feeling terrible. Today is the day that I have to face Mr Jean, that pervert philosophy teacher. I've been avoiding it all week but now that it's here, I can't miss class.
I made my way to the lecture hall and suddenly noticed that his car wasn't in his specific car park.
"Did you hear," one of my classmates whispered to their friend. "Mr Jean got fired for getting one of his students pregnant!" "No way! For real?"
I couldn't believe it. Just my luck! But who is going to replace him then?
I ended up walking towards my lecture hall and sat down in my regular seat, all alone. I haven't made many friends here, so I'm unsure of how to cope with all of this.
"Everyone, sit down. As most of you have already heard, Mr Jean has been indefinitely suspended for violating the teacher's code of conduct. As his replacement, I'll do my very best to educate you all in various different ways."
I didn't look up and kept on looking down at my textbook. I heard the sound of chalk brush against the whiteboard and a loud clack showed me that our new professor had finished.
"My name is Adam Castell, and I'll be your substitute philosophy professor."
I suddenly heard some loud whispers around the room, mainly from the female side of it. Words like 'handsome' and 'hot' and 'sexy' popped up and when I raised my head, my eyes opened wide while I took a sharp intake of breath.
It was him. The waiter from yesterday, the one I kissed. He's there. He's there. He's there.
For the whole lesson, I was freaking out. Will he report me for s*xually assaulting a professor? Will I lose my scholarship? What then?
After the lecture was over, he was immediately swarmed by the girls from my class, asking him questions.
"How old are you?" "Do you have a wife? A girlfriend, maybe?" "Can I have your number?"
How could they openly flirt with a professor like that? I hid at the back, hoping that they'd all eventually leave. After sending them away, Mr Castell eventually closed the door to the hall and looked up at me.
I walked down, my heart rate going up and down, racing like a Formula 1 race car. "Sir, I'm sorry for what happened last night. I... I wasn't in my right mind. Please forgive me."
"Forgive you?" he asked, looking right into my eyes. The girls were right, he was handsome, but I saw him first-
What? Why am I acting so possessive over him?!
"Yes, I thought as much. Well, there is a way for you to take responsibility." Responsibility?
He took my hand into his rough ones and looked at me dead in the eye. "Marry me."
M-Marry?
"Someone took a photo of us kissing last night and sent it to my mother. She wants me to introduce my new fiancée." Fiancée? Marriage?
"Marriage... for real? Like real marriage? Becoming husband and wife?" He nodded, his face looking at me with dead seriousness.
"I-I..." "Or I can report you to the Dean for s*xual harassment-" "No! I... okay, I'll pretend to be your fiancée. But what about your job? If they find out that you're dating a student-"
He grinned, and it made me so surprised that I cut myself off. "I'm not a substitute teacher. My profession is... delicate, but far different from a uni lecturer."
Who exactly is this guy? He smiled at me. "I never caught your name."
My name... I guess that I could give him this much, even if he might be a creep. "Alyssa. Alyssa Heywood."
"Alyssa... what a pretty name. Just like it's bearer."
He didn't just call me pretty...
"I'm glad you accepted because it would be bad if I had to turn up to my mother's alone today." Hold on, this is today?!?!
"I'm sorry, I don't really have anything to wear for an important dinner." He smiled and gently took my hand. "We can't have that, can we?"
This guy is being extremely suspicious. Who introduces a girl that they barely know to their family as their fiancée? I feel like I should be more cautious, but I got myself roped up in this mess.
Adam Castell... who exactly are you?
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I suddenly felt out of place when he pushed me into a high-end boutique where I saw nothing but branded clothing.
"I'm picking up my fiancée's outfit." The clerk gestured towards an emptied changing room, and Adam ushered me forward.
"My mother isn't a patient woman. I'd hate to keep her waiting." Turning back go the clerk, he nodded. "Make sure that she's given the best care."
While I was being lead away, I turned back and my eyes met with Adam's. It was for a brief moment, but I suddenly felt such more important. Whoever he is, he's rich. There's no doubt about it.
Unless he's planning on making me pay for all of this!
After about an hour, my hair was styled and my nails were painted. I was dressed in a white dress that I didn't have the courage to look at the price tag. Eventually, I left that room feeling like a million dollars. This was the very first in my life that I had been dressed up all nice.
When I left that dressing room and came out, I noticed how Adam had gotten changed out of his professor attire and had replaced it with a much sharper suit. I went to call over to him, but then I noticed how he was chatting with the clerk. They were laughing and nodding, all while she kept on typing things into her computer.
I walked out feeling a little less than I did going in. Upon seeing me, Adam gave me the most tender smile. It didn't feel so special anymore.
"Having fun?" I asked, which suddenly sounded so interrogative. Instead of making up an excuse or acting nervous, he just kept on smiling.
"Are you?"
No. Not when you're talking to this woman, I'm not. Am I being jealous of my fake fiancé talking to another guy?
"Well then, shall we? And before I forget..." He went down onto one knee and slipped a ring out of his pocket. The diamond on the end was huge and suddenly made me feel nervous.
"Every fiancée needs an engagement ring."
Right. This is all for the act. I didn't say a thing and couldn't even face him anymore. Eventually, we drove in silence before we arrived at the expensive hotel where we were apparently going to have a family dinner.
"You look beautiful, by the way."
No one had ever called me beautiful like he had.
"Also, play along with everything I say. And I'm sorry in advance."
Hold on, he's sorry?
We headed into the exclusive hotel and Adam remained behind me, holding my hand. In some way, his hand helped prevent me from freezing on the spot. As we got closer and closer, I suddenly realised something. What if she finds out that I'm some common girl with no money to her name?
What if she's like those terrible mother-in-law's who tell their son's girlfriend "You're not good enough for my son. Here's a cheque for a million dollars, leave him!"
Adam squeezed my hand before we found our way to a table in the middle of a deserted restaurant.
"Mother."
A beautiful woman turned around and was expressionless as she greeted her son. She then turned towards me.
"This is Alyssa Heywood, my fiancée. Alyssa, this is my mother."
I put out my hand, smiling as politely as I could. "Hello, Miss Castell. I'm Alyssa."
No answer.
Adam then pulled my seat back for me before I sat down. He gently pushed me into the table before assuming his place next to me.
"Where's Father?" he asked. The woman shrugged.
"So," she asked suddenly. "What do you do?"
I turned towards Adam, who gave me the go-ahead to tell the truth.
"I'm a student at the University. I'm currently studying law."
She didn't seem impressed by that. The silence was killing me.
"What does your family do?"
Oh no... I looked up to Adam, who kept on smiling at me.
"Um, my father owns a small bakery in the city and my mother died of cancer five years ago..."
Yet again, she didn't seem affected by anything.
"Mother, it's impolite to stare at her without asking anything."
"Are you sure that you didn't hire some girl to pretend to be your girlfriend? I know you, you brat."
Now I feel like this is going to get heated.
"You're being rude to Alyssa, and I won't have it, Mother. Alyssa is struggling, especially with our little bud on the way."
He touched my stomach and suddenly, a high-pitched squeal came from the woman's lips.
"She's PREGNANT?"
My eyes went wide as Adam smiled, holding me tight.
"Yes, but keep it on the downlow. I wanted you to meet today so we can start preparing for the wedding."
She nodded earnestly. Is this truly the indifferent woman I met initially? She held my hands, excited.
"I'm so happy, my son has finally found himself a wife. And by the looks of the things happening in your stomach, it's serious! I'm sorry for being so cold, dear. I was just wondering if you were an actrice hired to pretend to be his fiancée."
Adam gently squeezed my hand. So, I'm his fiancée who is pregnant with his child and I'm going to be having a very fast marriage.
"We should register for marriage today!" she declared. "Alyssa is already wearing white, and you have a suit on. You both looked dolled up for marriage, so why not?"
Get married? Today?
"Mother, this is a little sudden for Alyssa-"
"Mrs Castell." A woman walked in, looking like a super model. She turned her attention towards Adam. "Hi there, I'm Brandy."
Who calls themselves Brandy? She's dressed like she's just come from a photoshoot. Her hair is immaculate and her face makes me feel more than annoyed. She's perfect and I feel like a potato.
I turned to look at Adam, who was staring at his glass, uninterested. "Mother, what is this?"
She chuckled nervously. "Well, I didn't know if you were actually going to bring someone. Let alone someone who is pregnant!"
The woman looked at me up and down before Adam got up, taking me into his arms. "We're going to get our marriage license now. Unless you want to stay here with Champagne, in that case, you'd miss the chance at being our witness." "It's Brandy."
Adam's mother got up excited. "Yes, let's go!" Brandy looked at Adam with the kind of eyes that bothered me. I gripped tightly onto his arm, holding it close. I felt strangely possessive, I didn't want to let him go.
"Miss Castell-" Brandy declared.
"Okay, let's go. Oh, don't hurry Alyssa, Adam. She's delicate in this stage."
I hugged Adam's arm while Brandy looked right at me, frowning. "Seriously? You want to be with her? She's a country bumpkin."
I frowned, hugging him tightly. "Country bumpkin? Let me guess, you're the kind of girl who was told that beauty was better than brains and to focus your efforts into that. Well guess what, I'm the best of both, so why don't you back off? He's mine."
The girl looked at me and stiffened before turning around and leaving. Adam suddenly squeezed my waist and smiled at me.
"I love it when you get possessive like that." Did I really just call him 'mine'?
"If my mother wasn't here, I'd kiss you right on those pretty lips of yours." he whispered.
I blushed, suddenly feeling so prized by him. He didn't deny my statement that he was mine. Am I really going to marry this man?
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An hour later, we were married. I stared at the marriage certificate while Adam's mother gushed in front of the hall. "Ahhhh, finally, I have a daughter-in-law!"
"Mother, please calm down. Alyssa and I need to get home." "Awww, well give me your number! We need to spend some time together!"
"Mother." He squeezed me tight. "We need to go home now. Alyssa and I have some time to spend together."
"Alright. I'm glad that you're finally taking yourself away from that terrible job of yours. You should really put down that gun and get a legal job instead of-" "Mother. Alyssa, let's go."
Wait, did I just hear what I just heard? Legal? Gun?
We slipped inside of his car and he began driving off. I felt nervous all of a sudden.
"Where are we going?" He smiled again. "Our home."
"We don't have a home."
He turned towards me and smiled, suddenly making me feel concerned. "I want to be left off here."
He didn't say a word. "Adam, I'm serious."
As the car stopped at a red light, he suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over towards me before our lips met together.
I didn't have the strength to reject him, it was so sudden that by the time I realised that I shouldn't let him do this, he was already behind the wheel, driving off.
"You said that I belonged to you. You said that I was yours. According to your logic, doesn't that mean that you are mine."
My heart wants me to be his. Never before in my life have I fell in love with a man this fast and wanted so much from him at the same time. But my head is hanging on the words of his mother.
"What job do you have?" He smiled. "If I tell you, will you stop loving me?" I couldn't answer that.
"Are you... a murderer?" He didn't answer. "I'm the head of my own Mafia gang. One of the best."
He announced such an important declaration so casually. I almost didn't believe him.
"What... what do you do?" I asked.
"Im a bad man, Alyssa, but I'm also a businessman. I get what I want, and the moment you kissed me, I wanted you. Truth be told, you knew I was dangerous the moment you laid eyes on me. You're attracted to dangerous situations, aren't you? You've been surrounded by them your whole life."
He touched my cheek and my heart began to beat faster and faster again.
"I love you. Your reply will determine whether or not you'll get another kiss."
The rest of the drive was in silence while I thought hard and well about this. Adam is a Mafia Boss. That's why he's so rich and charismatic. He claims to love me, and even married me. At this point, I'm screwed either way, even if I say yes or no.
I've always listened to my brain ever since I was little, and today, I wanted to be selfish.
"Kiss me." I declared. I turned my head towards me and he kissed me into oblivion. All I felt were his warm lips gently pressing against mine, his mouth inviting me in closer.
After a long kiss in the car, he got out and picked me up before carrying me inside of what looked like a castle.
"This is our home now Princess, and you're the Queen." The Queen...
"Does that mean you're my King?"
"No, that means that I'm your everything."
-The End-
Please be sure to like and heart this short story! Yes, it was written by I, Misty Plume. No spicy content, I'm afraid. Got to keep that for my chat stories, *wink*. Hope that you enjoyed! Please be sure to comment any short stories that you'd like me to write next. - Misty xo
Try these mafia stories written by me:
-My Obsessive Hubby Is My Teacher
-My Mafia Hubby's Obsession
-And others...
#Falll in love with MAFIA
