In Love with My Fiance's Enemy

Chapter 9

Sabrina's POV

I need to get something to eat. I thought after my stomach growled loudly for the third time, reminding me that I skipped breakfast this morning. In between my house to get all my belongings out of Carol's house and my run-in with Ronan this morning, breakfast had slipped off my mind.

I hung my last piece of clothing in the wardrobe and closed it as I turned around to take in my new room.

The room is a vast improvement from the room I had stayed at Coral's. The space was large enough to fit in two extra rooms and the bed is just so heavenly. I'm very sure I have ever slept in a bed as big and grand as this. Everything in the room screams wealth and elegance. It was as if I died and woke up in Lala land.

“It's for just six months. Once the contract term is up, you will be out of all this luxury and opulence so don't get used to it.” That snide inner voice of mine remarked.

True, I thought as I made my way downstairs. I know this is just temporary, but I am determined to never be at the mercy of anyone's whim and caprices anymore.

Within the next six months, I swore to myself to find my footing and give myself the life I deserve. A plan is already sitting in my head as I make my way downstairs.

Ronan's house is so big that I almost got lost trying to find the kitchen. It was the sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen that acted as a beacon.

I stepped into the kitchen and couldn't hold in my shocked gasps. This kitchen is something from a TV show. It's the kind of kitchen where you watch chefs do their culinary show. It's big and grand.

Someone coughs from my left and my eyes whirl to the man Ronan had introduced as the housekeeper earlier. I think his name is Adam.

“Hi! ” He said smiling at me from where he was bent over a pot on the cooker stirring what smelled like roast.

“Hey, Adams!” I guessed and his smile widened as he nodded. I breathe a sigh of relief that I got the name correctly.

“You must be hungry. Please come sit.” He offered, pointing to one of the many kitchen stools lining the big table. Smiling at him gratefully, I go over to pull out a stool and sit on it.

“I'm sorry I haven't brought breakfast upstairs. I wanted to finish with this..” he pointed to the pot, “before bringing your breakfast.”

“Oh, I am fine.” I chuckled lightly. I will just watch you finish up if you don't mind.” As if my stomach was calling me a liar, it chose that moment to growl loudly.

I blushed in embarrassment as Adam shot me a knowing look before crossing over to the microwave pulling out some muffins and coming to place them in front of me with a spoon.

“Thank you,” I said, still reeling from embarrassment.

“You are welcome, dear. No one stays hungry while in my kitchen…” he said wiggling his eyebrows playfully causing a burst of laughter to escape from my lips before snapping my lips shut.

It's a surprise I can still laugh after the events of last night and the revelations it brought with it. I can still believe all these crazies happened just within 24 hours, it feels like a year already.

“Hey!” Adam's voice snaps me from my internal reverie.

“Sorry, were you saying something?” I asked, feeling self-conscious.

“Yeah, I was asking if you preferred juice or wine?” Adam asked, giving me a worried look.

“Way to go, Sabrina, less than a few hours here and you're already acting like a nutcase” my inner voice chastised

“Oh juice will be nice please.” He nods before going to the fridge. He opened it and brought a bottle of pineapple juice before bringing it to me together with a glass.

“Thank you, Adam.”

“You are welcome, Miss Seattle.” He said smiling before retreating to his earlier position by the cooker.

“Please call me Sabrina. Miss Seattle makes me feel old.”

“Sabrina, it is. You have a beautiful name.” He complimented me.

“Thank you,” I said, chuckling as I dug into the muffin. It melts in my mouth and I can't stop the moan that escapes.

“This is yummy!. You made these yourself?” I exclaimed in awe, turning to stare at him.

Adam blushed at my compliment before nodding in ascent.

“Wow! You have to teach me how to make these. I'm terrible at cooking.” I confessed pouting. Adam laughs at my expression before turning the cooker off.

“I don't mind teaching you.” He offered. “ If only I could find someone who could teach me how to make good coffee. All of the videos I have watched on YouTube on how to make proper ones haven't given me what. I keep getting the mixture all wrong.” Adam said looking put out.

“Sorry. That must have been exhausting.” I sympathized.

“You don't even know half of it,” Adam grumbled, making him look kinda adorable.

“Seems there is more to the story. Spill.” I said as he came over to place a plate of the cooked beef roast beside my almost empty plate of muffins.

He sits on one of the stools opposite mine, giving me a woeful look. “Ronan loves coffee, I dare say he is addicted to good coffee. The issue is anytime I attempt to make the kind of coffee he likes, it ends up being a disaster. The last one I made before I decided to call it quit, tasted like salt. How can a coffee taste like salt for goodness sake.” He lamented.

At his last comment, I laughed so hard that tears started falling down my cheeks. Coffee tasting like salt is so hilarious. I kind of feel pity for Ronan. No wonder he came to King's Cafe to get coffee.

Adam glared playfully at me until I stopped laughing, but I couldn't wipe out the smile from my lips.

“This is why I don't like talking to people about my problems. See how you are laughing at me.” He grumbled lightly.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to make fun of you. It was just too hilarious. Honestly, I haven't had this much fun in a very long time.” I confessed before turning serious eyes at him.

“Making good coffee happens to be my fort so why don't we strike a deal? You teach me how to cook and I teach you how to make a perfect coffee. How about that?”

“That's great! Thank you, Sabrina. I think we are going to be fast friends.” He gushed winking at me.

“Me too,” I admitted.

“Good, why don't you finish eating so I can give you a tour of the house.” He said, jumping to his feet.

“That sounds like a plan.” I agreed as I dug into my meal with more enthusiasm.

Soon I was dumping my plate into the sink and following Adam out for a tour of Ronan's mansion because this is certainly not just a house.