This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
I'm Not Forcing You

Smoke filled the kitchen. Freya coughed, stepping away. The distinctive scorched aroma stung, luring Jordan out of his room.

"Freya, what's wrong?"

Jordan stepped closer to Freya who was standing near the dining table. Then rub the sweat that soaks his face.

"You're okay, right?" ask Jordan.

"I'm fine, but your kitchen almost exploded" Freya replied.

"What happened?" jordan asked with a big smile.

"Groaned," Freya replied in annoyance.

The only thing he can't do is cook. Back in Indonesia, he had many servants. The kitchen is the room he visits the least. And after meeting Jordan, he never cooked either. Similarly, when he lived in an apartment, he preferred to eat out. At the top, it was always Calvin who cooked, not himself.

This is their fifth day at the villa. Staying together on one roof, doing everything together, except sleeping. Jordan is a man who appreciates women. Other than hugs and kisses on the forehead, there was nothing else he did to Freya.

Since the first time they stayed, they always bought ready-to-eat food. And today was the first time Freya tried to cook.

Intentions want to cook barbeque, but hope run aground, because the meat is charred before it is cooked.

"Yes, take a bath now, let me cook," Jordan said.

At that time, Freya's appearance was far from graceful. The ties in his hair were messy, and his face was filled with sweat.

"Can you?" freya asked with wide eyes.

"There's so much I can do, Fre. It also won your heart." Jordan blinked his eyes while rubbing the top of Freya's head.

Then he stepped into the kitchen, while shaking a small rag to dispel the thin smoke that has not disappeared. Jordan cleaned up the mess Freya made. Then take an apron, and ready to cook.

However, Jordan was a little surprised as he looked back. There Freya was sitting on a plastic chair, folding her hands on her chest with eyes that looked at her every move. Just like a stepmother watching her son being punished.

Jordan commented a very eye-catching smile. Then he stepped closer to Freya, who was still staring at him.

"Why, hmm?" ask Jordan slowly. His voice was bland in Freya's ears.

"Look at you" replied Freya.

"Continue?"

"What?"

"Why see me?"

"Why cook?"

"Continue?"

"I'm gonna take a shower. I know you're insensitive!" Freya got up from her seat, and left Jordan.

"It turns out that hunger can change a person's personality yes," Jordan quipped when Freya had not been far away.

"What do you mean!" freya shouted in annoyance.

"I've already ordered your favorite pelmeni, it'll be there soon" Jordan replied with a smile.

Freya did not answer, but she quickly left, hiding her blushing face.

Inside the room, Freya stared at her reflection in the mirror. Is it that easy for his heart to change?

In the past, when he was disappointed with Jordan, he easily opened his heart to Calvin.

And now, just three months after Calvin left, his heart began to melt with Jordan's attitude.

Am I a planner, or is love easily changeable?

A question that always stuck in his mind.

Freya exhaled a rough breath, should how she behave?

"Facing a rival is much easier than facing a feeling. I'm better able to understand the mafia world, than to understand romance." Freya grabbed the towel, and rushed towards the bathroom.

About fifteen minutes later, Freya came out of the room. Her wet hair rolled up originally using a small towel. While her crazy body, looks elegant in a light blue dress.

Freya looked down a little. There was a strange sigh in the heart as it stared at Jordan who was so reliable in cooking.

"Please wait at the dinner table, the pelmeni I've served there!" jordan answered without looking. He was busy with cooking that was still smoky on the stove.

Freya went straight to the dinner table, she took a bowl of pelmeni complete with her spicy sauce. Then he went back to the kitchen, and stood right next to Jordan.

"Try it!" Freya offered a bribe to Jordan.

Jordan turned his head with a slanted smile, "don't tease me, Freya."

"I'm just sorry, you've bought this, you've cooked. The time I spent alone" Freya muttered without pulling her hand.

"All right." Jordan took Freya's bribe. Chewing without turning his gaze.

"What's wrong?" ask Freya.

"Eat it, I buy it for you" Jordan said.

So Freya pulled a plastic chair in the corner of the room, and made it as a pedestal. He looked at the movements of Jordan, while bribing one by one pelmeni.

"Jordan, when are we going home?" freya asked after a moment of silence.

"Why don't you feel at home here?" Jordan asked back.

"We've had five days, our work in the city must have been neglected. Poor thing, if only Andrew and Alex take care of it," Freya said.

"They can. Think of it as a memento for Andrew. In two months' time, he's getting married, he's officially stepping down from the mafia. So there's nothing wrong, right, if you work a little hard now" Jordan explained.

"Jordan!" call Freya, after a moment of silence.

"Hmm." Jordan looked at Freya and glanced at her.

"Do you also have a desire to retreat?" ask Freya.

Jordan turned off the stove while sighing deeply. Then he looked at Freya.

"The demon must have been Fre, because I also knew that what I was doing was wrong. But, I have to make peace with the circumstances before taking action. Freya, I hope someday .. I can back off with you." Jordan crouched down in front of Freya, then clasped his fingers still holding the fork.

"Jordan, i___"

"You know what makes me linger here?" ask Jordan.

"What?"

"You. I want to get you used to my presence. I want to introduce the beautiful world, which is far from cruelty. I want to win your heart immediately, Freya" Jordan said at length.

Freya's getting all wrong, she doesn't know what to answer. Jordan Vinales, a mobster known for being cold and ruthless. Now crouch down and declare love. Is that really him?

"Freya, there's actually something I want to show you" Jordan said as Freya had not yet opened her voice.

"What?" whisper Freya.

"You want me to show you now, or do we eat first?" ask Jordan.

"I'm not hungry yet, this pelmeni is enough to fill my stomach" replied Freya.

"Alright, then come with me!" Jordan moved and took Freya to his feet. Don't forget to put a fork and bowl on the kitchen table.

Jordan leads Freya by the hand, and guides her into the room. Jordan left the door open. Then he took something from the drawer. A small box of light brown, with small flowers on it.

"I didn't tell you to take the ring from Calvin. But I hope you're willing to extend your hand when I want to pin this ring." Jordan opened the box right in front of Freya. Sweet ring with sparkling gems, very charming.

"Jordan, are you .. are you serious?"

"Of course." Jordan gave a big smile.

"I___"

"Tell me what's in your heart, Freya. Although I wish you'd accepted my proposal, but if you can't, I'm not forcing it either. I will fight harder, to melt your heart" Jordan said.

Seriate...