Prisoner of Love Mr Cool
Asa Seedlings

From that day on, Mia opened her heart to Grant. Slowly, he let the man into his life. He's trying to accept Grant as the only man he has right now.

One day, Mia had already reached her saturation point. "Can I work?"

"worked? Over where? You want to work with me?" ask Grant. That morning, she was working on something quite important, but because Mia said she wanted to work, Grant confirmed Mia's ability.

Mia approached Grant and sat down on the man's desk. "I want to work at Mrs Clark's flower shop. We're close enough and I've asked him this. Mrs Clark said that if I get bored, I can play there,"

Just let Grant laugh. "That's an invitation to play, honey, not to work. You've worked for me so well, why work outside too?"

A red hue crept across Mia's cheeks. "When you work with me, it's different, it's different,"

"Is it not too dangerous if you've been outside all day? I mean, if, ...."

Mia held both of Grant's cheeks and kissed the man's lips. "Hey, I'll be fine. If anything happens to me, people will help me and not be quiet. Besides, they wouldn't dare to overtly arrest me, would they?"

"You're getting smart, honey. I know, but I'm worried." Grant said again. But seeing Mia's throbbing face, Grant smiled and finally nodded. "Alright if that's what you want. Willia and one bodyguard will take care of you,"

"Okay" answered Mia.

After getting a work permit from Grant, Mia was escorted by Grant that morning to the place of Mrs Emily Clark, the owner of the flower shop.

"Oooh, good morning, Mr. Wilson. Are you going to buy flowers for your beautiful wife? Where is he?" ask Mrs Clark warmly.

Mia got out of the car and greeted the old woman kindly. "Morning, Mrs Clark,"

"Emily! You always forget!" said Mrs Clark, her face frowning, pretending to be angry.

Grant smiled, he gave a box of still-warm cinnamon doughnuts to the broad-hated woman and told her the purpose of their arrival.

"Take this, Madam. Let's just say, we paid you. Hehe. My wife wants to work with you and I don't think I'll let her work alone. Maybe this will make you uncomfortable, if you allow Tiffany to work here, I also ask permission to bring Tiffany's personal butler and one bodyguard" Grant said. Then, the man approached Madame Clark. "My wife was kidnapped twice, so I don't want the case to repeat itself" he added.

Mrs Clark shut her mouth, surprised. "Oh my God, I never knew Tiff was kidnapped. Holy hooch! Please, Mr. Wilson. We're doing our best for your wife,"

Grant was grateful that Mrs Clark understood their condition. "Alright, then, Madam. I'll leave my wife to you and I'm sorry that we'll trouble you in the future,"

"Hahaha, not like that, Mr. Wilson. The presence of Tiffany here brings its own blessings to me" said Mrs Clark.

After saying goodbye, Grant rushes off and Mrs Clark invites Mia inside. Willia comes in with him, while Grant's bodyguards guard in front of the small shop that reads Emily's Florist.

"This time I spoke to your husband, Tiff. He's a handsome guy and he looks good too" Mrs Clark said.

Mia smiled and bowed blushing. "He's good, Madam,"

"You should be beautiful because you are happy. Happy women usually have their beauty radiating from their hearts and you're like that" Mrs Clark said.

Mia was indeed feeling something strange when she got close to Grant. Do you know if it is love or not? It was so different with Finn.

Mia's face turned red. She hasn't even thought about having a more serious relationship with Grant until she has a child. "We haven't thought about that yet. We've had a lot of things going on and nothing has been thought about the kid, ma'am,"

Mrs Clark smiled. "No problem. You're very young and you have a lot to do,"

Throughout the day, Mia worked well. She caters to the shoppers who come to buy flowers, she learns to arrange the flowers into a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and even she delivers the bouquet to where the buyers want it.

"Well, you're amazing, Tiff," said Emily.

Mia smiling. "I'm used to working, ma'am," he replied. He remembered the home of the dancer Luigi and suddenly he missed the house. How are they doing?

In the afternoon, waiting for Grant, Mrs Clark made chamomile tea for Mia and Willia. Shortly, Grant came to pick me up. Somehow, there was an unusual feeling when Mia saw Grant that afternoon.

"Why?" ask Grant. "So you keep seeing me. Is there something wrong with me?"

Mia blushed again. "It's okay,"

The girl's heart pounded as Grant looked at her. Though on the previous day, they kissed no problem, why is it currently pounding?

Mia shook her head strongly. 'No! Nah! I'm not in love with him!' Mia continued to reject that feeling.

"Mia, are you okay? I was worried that you might suddenly get sick." Grant asked, his palm he put on Mia's forehead and made the girl's face hot and red. "Your face is not okay. I'll get a doctor for you,"

Mia quickly held Grant's hand. "Ti-, no need. I'm fine,"

"Then, why did you just shut up and get your face red?" ask Grant.

"I-, that's because, ... Ah, I can't say it!" mia said again.

Grant smiled and he approached her face towards Mia. "Is there something you want?"

Mia's face turned red as Grant approached her. At that instant, Grant seemed to gain an epiphany. "Are you pounding because of me? You've made me recover from my allergies, Mia and I thank you for that. I thought, I just want me to get well but it turns out, I'm greedy. I want more and I want you. I knew you were hard to break through until a while ago, you finally opened your heart to me and I'm so happy,"

"Do you feel the same way about me?" ask Grant.

Mia swallowed her saliva. All Grant's guesses were accurate. Right now, he just had to admit it. However, there is something that makes it difficult to acknowledge that taste.

Instead of answering, Mia pulled Grant's neck closer and kissed the man's lips. Without hesitation, Grant took over his kiss and quickly turned the awkward situation into heat.

"It seems, I like you, Grant," whispered Mia softly between their kisses.

"I know," Grant replied.

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