Frank studied her wilted face. She was suddenly too silent and he didn't like it. His eyes focused on her as she munched on her breakfast sandwich.
Why did she ask him about his love life anyway? Maybe she wanted to connect with him a bit. Perhaps he also should try to make conversation.
Clearing his throat, "so tell me about you," he said. Jennifer glanced at him with raised eyebrows.
"I mean… your love life if that is okay," he said.
"Oh," She let out a sad chuckle. "My love life? I guess I don't have one. It is a huge failure," she shrugged, trying her best to hide her pain. It was hard for her since her throat had tightened. Her nose twitched as tears were continuously threatening to fall out of her eyes. However, she knew she must remain strong.
I can’t do this to myself.
She thought.
It is not his fault that I’m feeling like this. It is just my foolish heart.
She inha
Days passed by and slowly, Frank's wound healed. By the time two weeks had passed, he started to attend his work once again and Jennifer was left alone during his work hours.Out of boredom, one day, she started to go through the drawers in his closet and came across an old picture album in which she found pictures of a little family. A young boy and his parents."I think this is Frank and this must be his mom," she mumbled, studying her features carefully. With dark hair tied up in a high bun and eyes like Frank, she was certain that she must be her. The man who stood next to her, holding the boy was definitely Mr Gotham.She traced the picture, smiling to herself."She looks glamorous," she whispered to herself.
"I want to go to the mall," Jennifer told Frank early the next morning."The mall? What for?" He asked, as he checked his reflection on the mirror. He was about to leave after lunch as usual. The new affiliates were going to make their first purchase from them hence Frank wanted to be there. He didn't find any connection with them and the attacks or with his rivals, hence they had strengthened the connection between themselves.Jennifer wanted to buy art supplies so that she could prepare her little surprise, but for that she needed to buy the materials she needed."It is a surprise," she grinned at him, making him turn around and look at her in amusement."Surprise, eh?" He smirked.
"Name…..my …. Wow! This….. this tastes amazing," grinning from ear to ear, she spoke through her hiccups. "I...I never thought I'd enjoy liquor so...so much," she giggled, and rested her head on her hand as she stared at Frank's father. "Hi, Mr Gotham. You look intimidating," she laughed. "Frank looks a lot like you Mr Gotham. But he had got his mother's eyes," she spoke. "Yeah, you are right," he agreed and sighed. The mention of his late wife reminded him of his love for her, yet he had to focus on what he had to do. "I want to know more about….." "Don't tell Frank," she whispered, leaning towards him. "I saw a picture album in his closet. His mom's pictures are there," she giggled, making him go speechless. She keeps interrupting him and talking about his late wife! Mr Gotham scowled. He has to get this woman to tell him what he wants to know. Knitting his eyebrows
Hearing those words from her felt surreal to Frank. He was stunned when she crashed her lips on his. Still shocked, he didn't try to move away from her as she continued to move her lips against his.After tugging at his lips for some time, she started to trail soft kisses down his neck while exploring his toned body with her hands. Inhaling his scent, she bit his earlobe."Oh God, I love you, Frank," she whispered.Her hands were tightly wrapped around his stiffened body. His lips parted. He wanted to speak, yet he couldn't. He didn't know what to say.Does she love me?His heart thudded hysterically as he wondered. He blinked and shook his head.
"What?" She gasped.Mr Gotham chuckled monotonously and tilted his head as he studied her bewildered face."Jennifer Walter, the daughter of Rudolph Walter. The girl who was abducted from her home by the Mafia Don, Frank, my son. Why? Because her father," he turned to look at Frank, who was staring at him wide-eyed."Stole an important laptop. Am I wrong, my dear son?" He mocked Frank.Frank was shocked. Todd was holding his rigid form firmly, preventing him from moving from his place.What? How did he…Frank wondered as he focused his eyes on his father. Stupefied, he stared at his father as he strolled over to Jennifer,
Jennifer sniffled the whole way. The mixture of emotions was making her feel overwhelmed. She no longer fought against the tears that kept streaming down her cheeks.Was she happy to hear his confession?Yes.But at the same time, she was conflicted. The Mafia wasn't an organisation that she wanted to get entangled with. Yet, here she was, deeply ensnared in it. And now, she wasn't sure if she wanted to save herself from them."Babe," Frank whispered, kissing her tears away. He had closed the door behind them and sat her on his lap.Her heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had addressed her like that while they were alone. Swallowing her sobs, she leaned back so that she could
"You should have come early yesterday," Jennifer mumbled as she munched on her breakfast."It was your father's birthday and you didn't come. We ended up having drinks together," he told her and Frank felt himself go stiff."His birthday?" He asked and she nodded in response."Did he tell you that?" He asked, suddenly alert.Frowning, she nodded once again. Frank's lips parted as he shifted so that he could face her."And did he give you that drink?" He asked.Confused, Jennifer glanced at him as her frown deepened."Yes, but what happened?"S
Jennifer's eyes flung open. She took a minute to digest what had happened.Did he just say what I thought I heard him say?She thought. Frowning, she leaned back and looked into his face.His mischievous smirk and the naughty twinkle in his eyes told her that she had not misheard him. Pursing her lips, she rolled her eyes."The eff, Frank!" She hissed, slightly irritated at what he had done. He laughed in amusement. He loved how annoyed she looked."You are cute when you are angry," he told her.Rolling her eyes she shoved him away and glanced at the expensive cars in the garage."I don't care which one. I honestly don't know anything about cars," she said."Well, have you ever ridden an Audi?" He asked and she shook her head in response."Then let's take that one," he decided and walked towards the black Audi, one of his favourites.