Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Gael found a few more notes along with another naughty one. 

After finding the other notes earlier that day, he decided he'd just forget about them or let the constant reminder of Angela being mad at him follow him everywhere because he deserved it. He'd walked past the chair where he found the note telling him he's a selfish prick and the dresser note that told him he was an asshole. He guessed the naughty notes were over, and she just wanted to keep calling him names. He didn't want any more reminders of how much of an ass he was.

He didn't find any more notes after that for a while—rather, he hoped there wouldn't be another hate note, but knowing there were more or less 20 notes in the bedroom, he had been feeling pissy. He couldn't even take a nap in his bed, so he left his room and only came back an hour ago. And so the hate notes began. Again.

Gael was getting ready in his closet when he found one note on the wall next to the light switch that said: [ Jackass. ]

He took a deep breath and changed into a pair of black slacks and a light grey dress shirt. He was fixing the buttons on his sleeves while standing in front of a mirror when he caught sight of another pink note on top of the box of the watch that Angela gave him. The message looked longer, and his jaw ticked as he reached for it.

[ You know, I shouldn't have gifted you this watch. I should have gifted you a dick. There's a toy shop downtown named Sex You Later. I could have bought you a bag of dicks instead. Because that's what you are. A dick. ]

A harsh laugh reverberated from his chest. Gael couldn't even get mad at this note. Angela didn't have qualms in calling him whatever she thought was appropriate. The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he brushed his fingers over the watch on his wrist. He'd never trade this watch for a bag of dicks. Remembering the engraved message on the case back of it, the urge to see her became stronger. 

He opened the watch box and was about to put the pink note inside when he noticed another note in it—the previous one he found was stuck outside of the box. Picking it up, a twinge of pain scratched his chest as he read.

[ They said… When you can't sleep at night, it's because you're awake in someone else's dream. If this is true...sorry for the sleepless nights. I can't control my dreams. ]

There was another one below the note.

[ But what I want to know… Is the "Angela" in your dream really better than me? ]

This sucked. Gael put all three notes in the box and closed it. He had to see her fast.

Grabbing a coat, he wore it on him as he crossed the room, adjusting the lapels in place and then noticing a paper in the front pocket of his dress shirt. 'What is this? Another note?' He reached into it, and sure enough, a pink note flirted on his face and sent a zap of electricity straight to his pants.

[ Ah. P.S. I'm wearing this right now and I'm going to sleep in it while wishing note #5. ] 

"Damn it, Angel," he hissed. Note #5 was found on the pillow. And this note was #6. "You're really trying to kill me." Gael had to adjust his waistband, trying his best to calm his growing hard-on. But the thought of Angela wearing the same shirt he had on him right now just made it impossible. His shirt smelled like her. This fûcking bedroom smelled like her. 

His face tightened as he strolled towards the door, only to find yet another note stuck on the back of it—a foot above the floor—which he surprisingly did not notice in the morning. 

[ I hope your stiffy was as painful as when you left me dry last night. ]

"Oh. Fuck. Me," he groaned as he slammed the door shut behind him.

…

It was nearly dark as Gael stood outside of The Empress Restaurant. He tried to call her earlier, but she wasn't picking up. Was she with her family inside already? Did she bring someone with her to introduce to her father? 

Just as he was about to send her a text message, a familiar car stopped in front of the restaurant not far from where he stood. Rock came out of the driver's side and circled the car to open the passenger's.

Angela.

He should have known that Rock was going to be here tonight. When he hadn't heard from her since, he should have known and took the hint that she didn't want to see him. His teeth clenched as he stopped himself from ripping Rock's hands off her, a flash of danger lacing his eyes. But he didn't do anything. He stayed away and let the muscles on his back tighten as he watched them.

Angela's back faced him. She wore a beige trench coat and had her hair up into a round thing like a bun at the back of her head, a few strands of hair fell down on the side of her face. She was beautiful.

Rock looked around and he met his eyes, a small smirk danced on his lips. He told her something before walking to the side with a phone in his hand. 

She turned around and her gaze landed on Gael. Rock must have told her he was here. Her breathing hitched as she took him in. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards her and she met him halfway. "Gael…" she whispered.

Gael glanced at Rock and he just couldn't help himself as he bit out, "So you picked him?" 

"What?" Angela's brows knitted.

He looked at her, fire still burning in his eyes. "You were going to introduce your 'boyfriend' to your father. And he's here with you. You're introducing him." It wasn't even a question, as if he was already certain.

She scoffed, looking pissed. "You came here to see me and that's what you say first? Not even a hello...good evening, Angela?"

'God, why did she look adorable even when she's mad?' His heart throbbed and he softened his tone. "You're upset."

Her arms folded across her chest, the look in her eyes telling him she wanted to claw his face. "You think?!"

'Don't be an idiot, dude. She's right there in front of you and you're being a dick. Again,' said the voice in his head.

Taking a deep breath, Gael closed his eyes and collected himself. "Sorry. Let me start over." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Good evening, Angel. You look lovely."

"Thank you." A blush crept from her neck up to her cheeks. 

Angela looked beautiful. He knew he caused that flush, and he wanted to kiss her there again.