SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 48
THEME: His slave
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Days went by, and Sofia sat alone in the canteen, her eyes fixed on her meal with a melancholic gaze. Her face was pale, and her eyes looked sunken, revealing the depth of her longing for Shawn. They had only exchanged texts since his departure, and the distance between them felt like an eternity.
Mabel approached her, a knowing glint in her eye, and sat down with her meal. "One phone call is all you need to do to hear his voice," Mabel teased, her voice laced with amusement.
Sofia's face fell, and she let out a deep sigh. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice laced with denial.
"Exactly what you heard. You miss him," she said, her eyes locked on Sofia's.
Her eyes dropped, and she took a sip of her juice, her face a picture of sadness. "I don't," she muttered, her voice barely audible.
"Keep telling yourself that," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as she continued eating.
Her gaze drifted off, her eyes fixed on a spot, her mind consumed by thoughts of Shawn.
A week flew by, and Shawn still hadn't returned from his trip. Sofia's anxiety grew with each passing day, and she hadn't received a text from him like he usually did.
One noon, She stood at the garden, watering the flowers with a pale look, her mind deep in thought. Her eyes were lost in the distance, wondering why he hadn't texted her for a week or maybe returned home.
Just then, her cell phone rang, breaking the silence. She picked it up after seeing the caller ID. "Hey Nina," she said, her voice a little stronger.
Nina's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hey, are you home?"
Sofia's face brightened slightly. "Yes, is there a problem?"
"No, Sam and his fiancée want us to hang out at the cinema, so are you game?"She asked, her voice cheerful.
Her face lit up with a faint smile. "Yes, I will love to."
"Ok, I will be at your place in five minutes, I am almost there, so get ready." She said excitedly.
"Sure."Her eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement.
She hung up and rushed to her room to dress up, a sense of anticipation building up inside her.
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Later in the cool evening, Sofia returned home looking exhausted after having a little fun with Nina and the rest. She entered the living room, and Shawn's voice interrupted her from the stairs.
"Why are you home late?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Sofia's face lit up with surprise as she raised her eyes to meet his. Shawn sighed and walked up to her, his eyes locking onto hers. He took her hands firmly, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Their eyes interlocked, and Sofia's face softened.
"Shawn...." she called, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shawn's face broke into a warm smile. "Don't you know it's too dangerous to be out this late?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly wrapped her arms around him, embracing him tightly. Shawn's face lit up with a gentle smile as he patted her hair, holding her close.
"You are mean," She sniffled, her voice muffled against his chest.
"I am sorry I made you worry," he said, pulling away from her to clean her tears with his thumb.
Sofia's eyes locked onto his, her face etched with sadness. "What took you so long? Why didn't you text me back for a week? I was worried," she said, her voice trembling.
"I am sorry about that. I was too busy at that moment...so, you do miss me," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Her face turned away, feigning a frown. "No, I don't," she said, her voice laced with denial.
Shawn's smile grew wider. "Really? Why were you so worried when I didn't text you for a week?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Sofia's face turned further away, her voice barely audible. "I wasn't."
Shawn's smile was gentle as he hugged her from behind. "What should I do to make it up to you?" he asked, turning her to face him.
Their eyes interlocked, and Shawn's face leaned in closer, his lips claiming hers softly. Sofia melted into the kiss, her eyes closing in surrender.
Shawn broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto hers. "I miss you," he said, his voice low and husky.
Sofia's face lit up with a warm smile as she tugged into Shawn's arms, and he held her tight, his eyes filled with adoration.
Later, at midnight, both Shawn and Sofia were cuddled in each other's arms, fast asleep. However, Shawn was suddenly trapped in a nightmare, his face contorted in distress. In his dream, a house was engulfed in flames, and a little boy's screams echoed through the air.
He jerked up, sweating profusely, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He sighed, rubbing his hair backward, his eyes scanning the room. He got out of bed, walked to the shelf, and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking, he returned to bed, cuddling Sofia tightly into his arms as he fell back to sleep.
The next morning, Shawn woke up to find Sofia's side of the bed empty. He stood up, got out of the room, and made his way to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Sofia was busy trying to fix breakfast, her face set in determination. The workers stood behind her, offering to help, but she refused.
As she tried to chop the vegetables, her face scrunched up in effort. "Miss Sofia, let us help out," one of the workers suggested.
Sofia's eyes remained focused on the task at hand. "Don't worry, I got this," she said, her voice firm.
Just then, Shawn appeared at the kitchen entrance, his eyes scanning the scene before him. The workers bowed to him, and Sofia looked up, her face flushed with exertion.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his brow furrowed in amusement.
Sofia's face broke into a smile. "As you can see, I am trying to fix us breakfast," she said, her eyes sparkling with determination.
His face lit up with a teasing grin. "Since when do you make breakfast?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Her face turned serious, her eyes focused on the vegetables. "Don't distract me, I am trying to focus here," she said, her voice firm. Shawn scoffed, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Okay, I will be at the dining table waiting. Hurry up, I am starving," he said, walking away with a smile.
About a moment later, Sofia placed the breakfast of scrambled eggs with toasted bread and a black coffee in front of Shawn. His face was neutral as he shrugged and took a scoop of the scrambled eggs into his mouth. Sofia's eyes were fixed on him, her face filled with anticipation, waiting for a reply.
"How does it taste?" she asked curiously, her brow furrowed in concern.
Shawn's face was calm as he took another scoop. "Good," he said, his voice matter-of-fact.
Sofia's face lit up with a bright smile, and she sat down, deciding to have a taste. However, her expression quickly changed as she spit it out quickly and gulped a glass of water in front of her.
"Yuck! Salty!" she exclaimed, staring at Shawn, who was busy enjoying the meal, his face a picture of calmness. "You said it was good, it's salty, how can you continue to eat that," She added, her face twisted in disgust.
His eyes met her's, and he continued eating. "It's not that bad, I know you made a lot of effort in preparing it," he said, his voice gentle.
Sofia's face was a mixture of disappointment and concern as she rushed to him and stopped him from eating. "You don't have to, it might be dangerous for your stomach," she said, packing the meal to take it back to the kitchen.
As She walked away, Shawn stared after her, a smile playing on his lips. She returned, pulling a sad face as she lowered her head.
"Why are you sulking?" He asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
"I am sorry I ruined the food."Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Shawn's face softened, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad. You did your best...go in and change to another dress, I will take you out," he said, his voice gentle.
Her face brightened, and she smiled. "Okay," she said, before leaving for her room to get dressed.
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