(MelloxHal)

It wasn't love. No, the Mafia leader would never feel anything but anger and power.

Or so she thought.

Maybe the kiss was an accident (she hoped to God it wasn't but it had been one of those days--those long, rough days where nothing really seemed right...)

He pissed her off.

Just by telling her what to do.

And he nearly suffered for it.

But what happened...before she ranted...(he grabbed her by the arm)

...before she freaked...

(he kissed her)

It was a quick kiss, but it held authority and power, but something about it made it genuine. His lips were soft, so was his touch, his breath was warm and he tasted like coffee and chocolate.

Ew. Coffee.

Then, he left without saying a word.

(Her phone rings)

"Hello?"

("I love you." Click)

She had to smile.

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Note: I wrote this in my first hour Journalist class because I was bored and wanted to write a MelloxHal story, I kinda like this, but whatever. Anyways, review.