SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 47
THEME: His slave
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After their intensive kiss, they fell asleep cuddling each other. Some moments later, Sofia's eyes fluttered open as she recalled the moment between her and Shawn earlier. She wondered if it was a dream. She tossed to face him and stared lovingly at him as he was sound asleep with his arms still wrapped around her.
A soft smile played on her lips. "Who could think a cold-hearted man like you could have a peaceful sleep like this?" she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She giggled, playing with his lashes.
"Despite being old, you still know how to sweep a lady off her feet, don't think you have won me over, Shawn. You still got to push harder," she smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Shawn's eyes suddenly snapped open, and Sofia was taken aback. "Really?" he smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He tossed her onto the bed and pinned her hands above her head. Sofia's eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you doing? I thought you were sleeping," she gulped, her face inches from his.
"I was, until someone's touch woke me up," he said, his voice low and husky.
"I didn't touch you," She said, avoiding eye contact with him.
"You called me a cold-hearted man and even the word old," He said, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Sofia's face flushed with embarrassment. "You heard wrong...let me go," she said, trying to wriggle free.
"You need to be punished for using such words," he teased, his lips inches from hers.
"But I was stating the fact," her voice laced with defiance.
"And this old, cold-hearted man swept you off your feet," Shawn said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"No, you didn't," She snapped, her face set in a stubborn expression.
He scoffed. "Oh, really? I heard every word you were saying. I know you are falling for me."
"You wish!" She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the truth.
"You wanna bet?"He said, his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Just let me go, Shawn, leave my room, I want to freshen up."Her face was set in a stubborn expression.
He scoffed, his lips curling up in a smirk. "Your room? Do I remind you this is my room you are in right now?"
Her eyes widened as she looked around, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Your...."
"Now, you know." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck, and Sofia flinched, her eyes closing in surprise.
"Let me go, Shawn," she said, her voice laced with desperation.
Shawn's eyes glinted with mischief. "Not when you are punished for using such words on me." He continued to kiss her neck, his lips sending shivers down her spine.
"Is that how you punish someone?"Her face was twisted in a mixture of frustration and desire.
Shawn's smile was wicked. "Why? You don't like me kissing your neck or you want it on your lips?" He teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Her face flushed with embarrassment. "Never! Let me go."
"Why are you acting like you don't want me to kiss you on your lips? I know you like it." His smile grew wider.
"No, I don't!" Her eyes flashed with defiance.
His eyes crinkled at the corners. "Oh really, I remember you asked me to kiss you and make it real. Are you going to say I am lying?" He teased, his voice low and husky.
She gulped nervously, her eyes avoiding his gaze. "That's not a kiss, you kiss like an old man," She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shawn's eyes sparkled with amusement. "But you liked it, you refused to let go, and you never wanted me to stop." He smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "How do you know I kiss like an old man? Have you kissed one before?"
"I just did with you."Her face was twisted in a mixture of frustration and desire.
Sofia's eyes widened in surprise, and Shawn's smile grew wider. "Now, for another punishment for using the word 'old'."
He said, his lips brushing against her neck, and Sofia tried to make him stop, but he kept teasing her, his lips sending shivers down her spine. She was losing control of herself, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's protests.
His face was set in a determined gaze. "Say, 'Shawn, let me go, and I will never call you old again'."
He continued to tease her, his lips brushing against her skin, and Sofia couldn't take it anymore. Her face was twisted in a mixture of frustration and desire.
"Shawn...please l-let me go, and I will never call you old again," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He stopped and smirked, releasing her hands. "You can go, or do you want me to continue?" He teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Sofia pushed him off and rushed to the door, turning to him with a mischievous grin. "Old man," she smirked, before running out and shutting the door behind her.
Shawn let out a hearty laugh and rolled his head, a satisfied smile on his face.
She got to her room and leaned on the door, holding her chest as a faintly smiled curved her face.
Meanwhile, at the Mark Mansion, the family's eyes were glued to the news showing on the TV station about the human trafficking and the people responsible. Shawn's name was mentioned as the hero.
Mrs. Ruth's face was etched with concern. "This is terrible."
Mabel's face was filled with relief. "I'm so happy that Sofia was saved. Those men are evil. I didn't know the professor was the man behind the missing ladies in our school. I'm happy he has been caught."
Rachel's face was twisted in a mixture of sadness and longing. "Sometimes I wonder if I were to be in Sofia's position, would he look for me like he does for her?"
Mr. Mark's face was reassuring. "He will."
V's face was sympathetic. "I think you have to let it go, sis. It's clear that he likes her more than you can imagine."
Mabel's face was gentle. "Yes, V is right. A good man will come for you."
Rachel's face contorted in anger. "You all think that is easy? For goodness' sake, I love him. He is my life, and he is the first man I genuinely want to spend the rest of my life with."
Mabel's face was calm. "But he is not yours to keep anymore."
Rachel snapped at her, her face red with anger. "And you think the better person for him is her, because she is your friend?"
Mabel's face was soothing. "That's not what I mean. What I am trying to say is that you can't force love. It comes naturally."
Rachel's face was twisted in sadness. "Calm down, Rachel. We can think of another way," Mr. Mark said, and they sighed.
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Two days later, Shawn and Sofia sat at the dining table, having lunch together. Shawn's face was calm as he said,
"I will be traveling for a business meeting later today."
Her eyes widened in surprise, her face tilting upwards to meet his gaze. "Today?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Shawn nodded. "Yes."
"How many days are you spending?" She asked, her brow furrowed.
"I don't know, days, I guess." he shrugged.
her face fell, her eyes dropping to her food. Her expression turned sour, and she poked at her food with her fork.
"Fine, you can go, no one is stopping you," she said, but her voice betrayed her sadness.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Are you sad?"
She refused to look at him, her voice flat. "No."
Shawn's face softened, his eyes filled with empathy. "I can feel it." Sofia's shoulders stiffened, her jaw clenched. "Sofia," Shawn called, his voice gentle. She ignored him, her eyes fixed on her food. "Sofia," He repeated, his voice slightly louder.
Sofia's head snapped up, her eyes flashing with anger. "Fine!" Her voice was sharp, her face twisted in frustration. "Of course, I am sad. Everyone knows your travel always takes long."
"I promise it won't take long." His face broke into a warm smile.
Her eyes rolled, her expression skeptical. "And you expect me to believe that?" She stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "I will be in my room."
Sofia left, Shawn calling after her, but she ignored him. She entered her room, shutting the door behind her, and rushed to lay down on the bed, looking sad. Her eyes gazed blankly at the ceiling, her face etched with a mixture of sadness and longing.
Some hours later, Shawn stood outside Sofia's door, his suitcase by his side. His face was etched with a mixture of sadness and longing. He hesitated to knock, his hand hovering over the door handle.
His eyes dropped to the floor, his jaw clenched in frustration. He stood there for a while, his chest heaving with a deep sigh.
Finally, he turned and walked away, leaving Sofia's door unknocked. His men waited for him, their faces somber.
Meanwhile, Sofia rested her back against the door, her eyes fixed on the floor. Tears crawled down her cheeks, her face twisted in sadness.
Her eyes welled up with tears, her lips trembling as she fought to hold back her emotions. Her body shook with silent sobs, her heart heavy with the thought of Shawn leaving without saying goodbye.
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