I was surprisingly in a good mood today. This morning I made him some french crepes. He looked pleasantly surprised with how beautiful my dish looked. I smiled just thinking about it. I was always good at making dishes look beautiful, and crepes just so happens to be the dish I'm best at.

All day, I have been reading and exploring the house. I found a library, a gym, and outdoors, a pool and garden. It wasn't looking too bad here honestly. During the day, I'm alone and could do a lot of things in this huge, gorgeous house, and at night I slept safely in a room no one enters. However, I still missed my home.

Currently, I was finishing up steak and mashed potatoes. My mashed potatoes included a little cheese, bacon, and scallions to add a bit of flavor, so it was a favorite recipe.

I heard him walking in, and I promptly set the plate down for him and took a spot next to him. I didn't expect him to say anything since he hasn't said much in my past encounters with him, so it surprised me to hear him say some words.

"What have you eaten today?"

"Some crepes this morning and snacks from your pantry." I mumbled, blushing because I felt like I was stealing from him even though I need food to keep me alive.

"Not good." I heard him mumble. "Get a plate." He commanded. I knew what he was going to do.

"it's fine. I don't need"

He cut me off. "I said get a plate." This time with more force. I quickly scurried off to the cabinet containing them. Once I put my plate down, he commanded again, "get a fork and knife." I did as he told me to do, and when I came back, I saw him scooping some of his mashed potatoes on my plate.

"What are you doing? It's your food." I quietly said.

"You need to eat. Next time, make some for yourself as well." He started to cut his filet mignon in half.

"I don't need that. It's expensive." I told him to try to leave some more food on his plate.

"I don't care how much it costs. Eat all my lobster or caviar. I don't care. I'll buy you whatever food you want. Just make sure to eat properly." He placed one half of the steak near my mashed potatoes. "Eat."

I hesitantly picked up my fork and knife and began to eat. Together, we ate in silence. This one wasn't as awkward as the last two times we ate together. Maybe it's because I have something to do.

He finished before I did, but he waited for me to finish before he got up to put his and my plate in the sink. I walked behind him to clean the plates.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I started to clean one of the plates.

"Washing the plates." I replied. He shook his head.

"I have maids for a reason. You don't need to clean anything."

"It's okay. I've been doing it for the past" He cut me off again.

"Don't clean them anymore. It's just work you don't have to do. Come upstairs with me." I was hesitant to stop cleaning the plate, but his eyes always held a look that screamed don't argue with me. I slowly put down everything and followed him upstairs. He opened a door that I have not tried before because it's always locked. He held it open and motioned for me to go inside. I walked right in to see an office. It must be his office. Why am I here?

"Sit." He pointed to the black leather couch near his desk. I sat down and watched him sit at his desk, typing away on his computer.

After about 20 minutes, I was bored out of my mind. Why does he want me here?

"Sir." I hesitantly started.

"Don't call me that." He spat. "Use my name, Nick." Nick. So the mafia king's name is Nick. It's sexy.

"Okay... I'm just going to go." I stood up, but regretted it as soon as his next words came out.

"Did I tell you that you could leave?" He gruffly spat.

"I just don't understand why you want me here. I'm bored doing nothing." I mumbled, afraid of what he would say.

He sighed. "Fine. Get something to make you not bored and come back here. If you're not back in 5 minutes, I'll drag you back here myself."

I quickly marched to get the book I'm reading, which I took from his library. I love crime and mystery books. It's a little funny how I got caught up in with this person. Even though I love it in books and movies, I don't like it in real life. There is a big difference between reality and books and movies.

I didn't know whether to walk in or knock, so I opted for the politer option and knocked.

"Come in." I heard and slowly opened the door, slipping myself inside.

"You can just come in, no need to knock, for further reference." He stated. He always so stoic and emotionless, but he is sort of nice at the same time. It's so weird. I don't really understand it, but who am I to question what goes on inside the head of a billionaire mafia king.

I sat back down and started to read my book.

After what I would think was two hours, he shut down his computer and stood up.

"Come." He told me.

I followed him to what I assume was his bedroom. "Wait here for a minute."

I did as he asked and watched him go into his closet. He came back out, but instead of a tailored suit, he wore a grey v-neck and black sweatpants. He looks so hot. I mentally shook my head to clear my thoughts. I can't think like that.

He nodded toward the door, and I understood what he meant. We walked down the hall to the bedroom I'm staying in.

"Go change into some comfortable clothes and come back out here." I walked in to my room, and while doing what he asked, I stared to wonder. What does he want me to do?

I changed into some black silky pajama shorts and cami, then headed back out to meet him. Once I opened the door, I caught him doing a once over, leaving his gaze on my legs longer than the rest. His eyes seemed darker as they met mine.

"Come with me." He stated.

What are we going to do? What does he want?

He stopped in the living room and sat on the couch, looking at me expectantly. I knew what that meant and sat down next to him.

"What movies do you like?" He asked.

"Ones that are older than I am." I whispered. He chuckled. Wait. He actually chuckled. I looked up at him in shock only to see the warmness in his eyes quickly fade.

"How about Scarface?"

I mentally laughed at his choice—truly ironic. "Sure." I replied.

During the movie, nothing much happened. We just watched it next to each other. I think he just wants some company, someone to do normal people things with. If it's helping him, I'll gladly do it.

He walked me back to my bedroom, and I remembered something.

"Hey, did you by any chance find a black journal at my apartment?"

He noticeably stiffened. "Yes."

"Can I have it back?"

"No." No? What does he mean no? Does he know how much that means to me?

"No? What do you mean no?" I asked, a little bit of anger sparking in me.

"I'm keeping it." He stated, emotionless.

"What? I need it. It contains things in it that I don't think you'll want to read about." It has so many of my thoughts on the world, life's purpose, all these philosophical ideas.

"I actually find them particularly interesting. I must say your out look on life is fascinating. It really speaks to your character." He read it?!

"You read it?!" I angrily yelled.

"Well, I have a couple more pages to go." He added in. I sighed and put my face in my hands and leaned on the door frame.

"Amelia, don't be embarrassed. It's nothing to be embarrassed about." The journal topic completely flew out of my mind when I heard my name coming from his mouth.

"You know my name?" I mumbled as I looked up to his eyes.

"I know a lot of things about you." He said, nonchalantly. I sighed. Of course he does. I involuntarily yawned.

"You probably should go to bed." He told me. I nodded.

"Goodnight, Nick." His eyes flashed with some unknown emotion as his name left my mouth, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared.

"Goodnight, Amelia." I smiled up at him and closed the door. I promptly flopped down on my bed and got under the covers.