I was getting ready. My eyes were glued on the man standing beside me. It was the first time that I was getting ready with someone who was taking me on the date. I wearing a blue shirt and dark jeans. My hair were combed back elegantly. I tried to look "presentable" in the least.
This was the first time he was taking me out to eat. It's usually him cooking for us. When he like to cook for me, I enjoy his cooking. The process and the outcome. And the best part is to see him cooking. Always. There is nothing more attractive in this entire world other than seeing Hades Black cook.
It ignites heat inside me.
"Where are we going, Mr. Black?" I asked my room-mate and he looked at me, buttoning the very last button of his shirt. He was looking handsome. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
"On a date, Mr.
