Taken By The Mafia Lord

56 The Teacher

Mimi was smartly dressed today and although she was anxious, she was filled with excitement as well. Today was her first day of work and she was going to meet a professional who would help her improve her coffee making skills.

God, she couldn’t wait to get started!

Further evidence of her excitement was the fact she had arrived an hour to her working time and made breakfast.

Truthfully, the breakfast was meant for Marcel – yeah, what was wrong with trying to impress the boss? Unlike her other boss, this one was young, rich, and sexy. Mimi squealed inwardly in her mind as she imagined what she could do with that body.

A-hem!

The point is she was trying to get on Marcel’s good side. Sadly for her, the man she was trying to impress was already gone before she arrived. So the other men she could find chomped down on the breakfast and even praised her for cooking such delicious food.

Mimi was filled with joy, it was her first day and everyone loved her already. Everything was going just the way she wanted, however, Mimi noticed something strange here.

For a businessman, Marcel sure had a lot of men and most of them carried weapons around. At first, it had startled and scared Mimi, but one of them explained with a kind smile that they were licensed to do so.

Even at that, the president of their country wasn’t guided by so many men that resided in Marcel’s mansion. However, what could Mimi do, she had no choice but to accept the excuse they gave her.

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But there was another problem, Mimi’s teacher had not shown up. It was thirty minutes past his arrival already and Mimi had gone over their equipment over five times to make sure everything was in order and to ease off the tension.

Mimi sighed, could it be that he has forgotten their appointment, or maybe his flight was running late. Mimi was not surprised if Marcel was flying the professional from abroad since he enjoys luxury and perfection. He would want the best.

In Mimi’s mind, she had already envisioned her teacher to be a middle-aged man with an imperial mustache. He would have a receding hairline and dressed impeccably in his white neat uniform.

Mimi was still lost in her imagination when someone stumbled into the kitchen and it wasn’t until his shadow fell upon her that she glance up and froze.

Holy mother of God. Slap her.

Mimi almost suffered a nose bleed when she saw that walking sex god. What was with this place? Most of the people here were as sexy as hell. How sure was she that this wasn’t a secret modeling agency? Else, how does it explain their influx of hot men?

God, how would she concentrate on her training with all these yummylicious men around? Her training was going to be harder than she thought.

The man had tousled brown hair as if someone had run their hand through it all night. His shirt had the top five buttons undone, giving her an ample view of his well-muscled chest. Mimi swallowed down, heat suddenly flooding her cheek, this was her type. She was doing this one.

When his gaze connected with hers, Mimi let out a sharp gasp. It was almost as if he gazed right into her soul. This guy was the one for her.

However, Mimi still found something familiar about his gray eyes as if he has seen it somewhere and just couldn’t place her head around it. His eyes were too familiar.

“Where is the coffee?” Was the one question he asked and Mimi’s body went into autopilot.

It was confirmed, the both of them were soul mates. He loved coffee, she was a coffee maker. What a compatible match.

At that moment Mimi didn’t care about her teacher that was running late nor the fact he would want a clean environment and unused utensils when he arrives. All that mattered to her at that moment was impressing this Adonis, nothing else.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and guys like this are rare to come back nor was she ignorant of her competition. She had to imprint her existence deep down in his soul so he doesn’t forget about her. Mimi hoped he lived here so she could prepare him delicious coffee every day, giving her a massive headstart against her opponents – that is if he’s single.

If Mimi even looked into the coffee during the preparation, one couldn’t tell because she was swept up in her imagination. But she was done with the coffee in no time and served him the drink saying proudly, “Your coffee is done,”

Mimi didn’t mind that the handsome Adonis didn’t say a word of thanks to her, she was more concerned about what his reaction would be like after tasting her coffee.

Mimi was excited, knowing that it would be a positive response, hence she was not prepared when his face distorted.

“Gosh, what is this?” Victor blahed, pouring the rest of the drink into the sink as if it was disgusting.

Mimi panicked, thinking she had done something wrong to the coffee since she had not been paying attention when she was preparing it.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized and took out another clean cup from the set, intending to prepare another drink for him.

Thankfully, the guy didn’t seem to complain and even watched her prepare the coffee as if it was interesting. That made her relived yet anxious at the same time.

Mimi was relieved that the guy was patient enough to watch her prepare another round of coffee for him and was anxious as well that she would make another mistake under his scrutiny. It was a serious matter, she can’t lose her handsome Adonis!

When she was done making another round of coffee with the pour-over coffee maker, Mimi handed the drink to him nervously. She can’t fail again else she’s finished. Yeah, there would be no more future between the both of them, boohoo.

Mimi could hear her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she intertwined her hands together as if paying for it to work.

Unfortunately, this time, Victor didn’t even take a sip, he simply brought the coffee closer to his nose. He inhaled the scent with a contemplative look and after a minute, to her very shock, he poured the contents into the sink.

Mimi stood at that spot stupified, what just happened? It was as if that scene played in a loop in her head and all she could see was her coffee being disposed of.

“Young lady, listen to me... ” Victor was saying but Mimi was lost in a trance and didn’t even move. One might even think she was frozen in time.

Victor groaned, running his hand through his hair. This was not what he signed up for. Marcel should have never dragged him into this.

“He poured her coffee away,” That was the one thought in Mimi’s head. The guy she was trying so hard to impress, destroyed her coffee. How dare him?!

“Look – ”

“What do you know about coffee?”

“Huh?” Victor was startled by that question. The girl was finally talking and moving.

“Do you think you can do anything you want just because you’re handsome?” Mimi said through gritted teeth, anger replacing the previous smile on her face.

“What?” Victor’s brows were furrowed, “Lady, what are you even talking -!”

“Who do you think you are to judge my coffee?!” Mimi began to shout on top of her voice before Victor could understand the reason for her outburst.

“You’re not even a barista nor am I even entitled to serve you! Yet I still made you a cup out of my magnanimous heart and you condemn my effort?! How dare you?!”

Before even Victor could explain himself nor tell her he had every right to do so because he’s her teacher, Mimi punched him in the face and kicked him hard in the leg. It hurt like hell and he buckled to the floor, groaning in pain.

“This is what you get for being disrespectful and the next time, you play with my efforts like this again, I mess up your pretty face!” Mimi pretended to punch him again only to withdraw at the last minute, confirming her threat.

Then left.

Victor gasped in disbelief, did Marcel say she’s a coffee maker? She’s nothing but a gangster! Gosh, she was the first woman aside from his mother to give him a good beating.

Meanwhile, Mimi was striding out when she bumped into the guard that Marcel assigned to take care of her needs.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked

“Yeah, I don’t think my teacher would be arriving today. His flight must be late,” Mimi explained.

“What flight?” The guard was dazed, “And your teacher is around. I even checked up on you a while ago and saw the both of you together,”

“What?!” Mimi was in a state of disbelief, then her blood ran cold as she connected the dots.

No way.

She had mentally fucked her teacher and then hit him?