Chapter 14
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Vin's Pov
I watched him expertly use the kitchen. I thought he was lying when he said that he can cook, but he is really damn good! He fulfilled my requests and even though I haven't tasted it yet, it already looks so tempting and appetizing.
"Taste it." He said and sat in front of me. He poured my glass of pineapple juice before he tied his hair. And I can't deny that it looks so good to him. He's even more beautiful than a woman with those hair. Myghod Vin. Stop complimenting him!
"Okay..."
I chewed the pasta slowly because he was shamelessly staring at me. He's waiting for my reaction.
I nodded at him once. "Just barely good.." I said, even though I really love it. It tastes so good. I would say it's even better than the restaurant that I often eat at.
I just don't like praising him.
The corner of his lips rose. "Really, huh?"
I nodded again. "Just do it better..next time." I said before I could even shut my mouth. You foool! What next time are you talking about?
"Next time?" He said this while playing his lips with his fingers. My face heated up again.
"I-I mean if someone asks you to cook for them."
He jerked his head to the other side. "Hmm, then what should I improve? Can you tell me?"
I got nervous. I gazed down at the properly cooked pasta with its tasty sauce. I can't find any flaws in it.
"Ah, maybe just a little bit of salt. Y-yeah you need to add salt." I said it like I really know how to cook. I don't even know how to fry things properly without burning them.
"Salt?" He was astounded by what I said.
He picked up his fork for a taste. He then leveled our eyes. "Really? Maybe you have a salty taste, then?"
I fake laughed. "Y-Yes..maybe." How can he believe my blunt reason?
"How did you learn to cook, by the way? It doesn't suit you." I asked, so he won't ask more. I am not a good liar so he must not see it.
He craned his neck. "You're curious now, huh?"
I sarcastically look at him. "Do you think I am? I'm just asking."
He shook his head a bit. "You're really..." He licked his lips. "Well, I just simply love cooking. I get it from my father, who has a passion for cooking too. Maybe, if I'm not a model right now, I will probably become a cook." His lips stretched for a smile, and his eyes glowed while explaining.
I dropped my head to hide my little smile. Why he looks so cute?
My eyes widened when I realized my thoughts. I sipped on water while feeling the goosebumps.
Speaking of their father, I didn't get the chance to meet him. I wonder what kind of a man he is.
"Ah, does Hendrix know how to cook too?" I asked, interestingly.
He jerked his head down, like he was tired of me mentioning his brother's name repeatedly.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask him instead."
I rolled my eyes. "You're his brother, so I'm asking you."
He leaned on the table. "Why don't you just ask about me? I can answer them all." He said it playfully.
"I'm not interested." I replied and realized that I almost finish the plate. He still not yet eating!
He bit his lower lip. "But I'm interested, Vin."
I blinked and stood up. "Where is the bathroom?"
He wiped off his smirk before motioning me the way. I hurriedly went in it and shut the door. I leaned on the sink while my chest was thumping like sh*t. What's happening to me?
I shouldn't went here. I'm crazy to have followed him all the way here. A conversation with him won't bring any seriousness.
He suddeny knocked, and my heart almost burst out. What the heck?
"W-Why?" I shouted in a heartbeat. What's wrong with him?
"Aren't you done yet? Do you want to live there?" Then he ended it with a playful chuckle.
I saw my reflection in the mirror. Slowly reddened. I didn't know I stayed longer.
"Vin?" He called again while still stiffling his low chuckles. This bastard.
I breathe out heavily before opening the door. But I gasp when I was greeted by his shirtless upper body. I stepped back when he put his forearm above the door, stopping me to close it.
"What are you doing? You almost spent your thirty minutes here." he said, and peeked on the inside. While me, I almost hid myself at the back of the door, staring at the tilted floor because I couldn't look at his nakedness. Where the f*ck is his shirt?
"W-Where is your shirt?" I voice out.
He looked at his body. "I accidentally poured the juice on me."
I cleared my throat. How stupid of him to pour his juice on his own shirt!
"So...I asked you if you were done. I need to clean my abs."
What the heck? Did I heard it right?
"I mean it's sticky." He said while chuckling.
Flushed, I answered. "O-Okay..." I tried to walked out in the space beside him but I almost bumped into him. I tried to another space but he stood there again.
"Do you want to watch me, Vin?" He asked.
I glared at him. "Pervert!" I shouted at his face and tried to leave again but he really wouldn't let me have my way out. I bumped into his body again and I could feel it's warm. He's about to hold on to my arm but i immediately stepped back.
"What the hell? You can clean yourself, Felix just let me go out f-first!"
He licked his lips. "You're not leaving unless you tell me, why are you bushing?" he stepped forward. My heart hammered.
"W-What? I'm not!" I glanced at his body, and my face heated up more.
He raised one eyebrow. "You're not good at lying, Vin."
I blew a cursed when I felt the sink behind me. The memory of him kissing me at the restaurant's restroom, gushed in me like a dejavu.
"And your curse..."
I gasped when he put his hand beside me, locking me in place. "Are you turned on?" He said without filter.
"W-What? Get off me! I'm leaving!"
He slouched. "Why leaving? Is it hard to answer?"
My mouth parted. He wants me to answer his question: "Am I turned on?" He's seriously crazy!
His ashen eyes stared at my eye then dropped down to my lips. "Stop parting your lips or I'll suck it till it bleed."
I pushed his chest but I immediately removed my hands from it when I felt how hot it was. "S-Stop this, Felix!"
He shut his eyes. "How I love you calling my name, Vin." He whispered.
Before I could react and push him, he pressed his lips to mine.
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