Taken By The Mafia Lord

Unfortunately, Arianna doesn't want his presence. So the suggestion was clearly useless to him.

Another said, [Assess the situation]

There was no need to assess the situation in this case when he was the one responsible for her tears. Could this get any better?

[Comfort her]

How in the world was he going to do that?

[Be a good listener!]

She wasn't even talking! Even if they did, Marcel was sure it would lead straight to another argument - that he wasn't ready for.

[ Don't tell her not to cry]

That was exactly what he was dying to do. Marcel was really uncomfortable and the worst part, he couldn't leave her alone for his own good. What kind of situation was this?

In the end, Marcel gave up on the ideas from the internet. They were not helping him - or perhaps, he was too proud to even consider it. Why should he be the one to comfort Arianna when she decided to cry in the first place.

Marcel snorted and looked away, refusing to look at her figure on the floor. And it didn't help matters that Arianna had her back turned to him. She wanted to prove that she was headstrong, so be it! He would just keep an eye on her making sure she doesn't try to escape.

Arianna had already stopped wailing and all that left her lips was stifled sobs that shook her body. It was sobs that Marcel pretended not to hear, letting her be.

Marcel didn't know how long went by but a cold breeze wheezed by and he saw Arianna shiver and that made him see red.

"Don't you dare die on me!" He cursed as he stood up, taking off his polo shirt and placed it on her body.

Yet it seemed that the clothing was not enough, so he said, "This is it, we're going inside!"

"No," Arianna whimpered.

"Arianna!" He called through gritted teeth.

"Please," She begged with her back still turned to him, "Just a little more time outside,"

Marcel was quiet for a moment before he said to her, "Sit up then,"

"What?" she squeaked, turning to peer at him over her shoulder.

"If you want to lie here like a stray cat, then you would have to wear my clothe properly," He told her.

"Oh." Arianna sat up immediately and tried to pull the polo but Marcel snatched it from her.

"Hands up," He commanded her.

Arianna blinked, staring at him as if he suddenly grew two heads, "What are you doing?"

"Don't fight me over this, Arianna. I'm honestly tired of it. So just be a good girl and raise your hands," for daddy, his dirty mind completed for him.

"Stupid!" Marcel scolded his mind that could convert even the purest of actions into a raunchy one. He really needed holy water for thorough cleansing in the house of the Lord.

Arianna was tired as well and didn't even realize she had stopped crying until she raised her hand so Marcel could slip the polo over her head and through the arms.

Honestly speaking, she felt better after crying. It was almost as if a weight was lifted off her chest and she could breathe better now. Her head was much clearer, and all she needed now was rest.

When Marcel was done, Arianna took over the role of pushing down the polo down her thighs where it stopped.

Truth be told, she was very cold earlier but she didn't want to say it out else Marcel insists on dragging her ass inside. So she decided to endure - until he decided to be a gentleman for once.

After she was done, Arianna glanced up and found Marcel staring at her as well.

"Thank you," The words left her lips before she could even stop it.

"It's nothing," He gave her a gruff answer and that was all the reminder Arianna needed to mind her business.

Thanks to his harsh tone, she thought he was back to his cold-hearted and aloof personality, so she laid down on the lawn once again with her back turned to him without knowing that Marcel was just struggling to control himself.

It had taken Marcel everything not to stare down at her cleavage while he put that polo on her. He must be a sucker for pain. He knew how much his body reacted to Arianna yet he kept getting closer to her.

He noticed her shiver out of the corner of his eyes and said, "You're still cold?"

Arianna bit on her lips before answering, "A little?"

Whatever else Marcel muttered, Arianna couldn't understand because he spoke it in a foreign language. But what she felt next was a warm and strong body next to her while his arm encircled her waist, pulling her close to his chest till they were literally spooning.

Her eyes grew wide while a shocked gasp left her lips, "What are you doing? We said no -"

"Either this or we're going inside," He added immediately, "You can't be wearing my clothe and expect me to die from the cold," Marcel complained.

Arianna pouted, "I didn't ask you to give me your clothe," while playing with her fingers. Their position was really awkward yet relaxing. It was hard to believe that this was the same Marcel from moments ago. So he did have a soft side.

"Just enjoy the prace for once, Arianna," Marcel released a deep warm breath that hit her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Marcel pretended not to have noticed her reaction and said, "I never thought my field could be soft and comfortable until now. I should applause you for finding me a good hobby,"

"You are going to repeat this tomorrow?" She asked, purely out of curiosity.

"If I have the time? Yes. But unlike you, I would come with a mat,"

Arianna chuckled and Marcel liked that.

She should laugh more often, he didn't say it out though.

"You should sleep now," He told her, tightening his hold around her waist so his hands doesn't go somewhere else.

"Sleep? What if we really sleep and die from extreme cold?" She was stunned.

"This is not winter, Arianna and we're sharing body heat. Nonetheless, even if we die this way, I'm sure hell would not be able to contain the both of us," he said. They would continue their battles down there.

She didn't say anything afterward and Marcel appreciated the silence especially now he was fighting his sexual desires.

Marcel knew Arianna would not resist him if he wanted to take things a little further especially now she's emotionally drained. But he was respecting her decision. He was trying to comfort her.

So while Arianna fell asleep feeling warm and protected, Marcel was battling a face full of hair, a dead arm, and an awkward boner.