Bit of a clue
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I sighed as I kept stairing at the ceiling of the guest room. It has been a while since Cris made me laid on the bed and I couldn't take a nap. All I was thinking of how this room had a nice design. I sighed. This is so boring to stair at the ceiling for hours without not talking.
I touched my mask. I wonder what would happen when Cris would get to know that I am Suzy.
I heard a voice from outside of the room.
"Mr. Tennyson, I did say to cancel our business meeting for today," I heard Cris said as I hear his footsteps near the guest room. "No . . . Yes, you may talk about the business deal either my dad. Um . . . Okay . . . I will think about it," Cris said as I heard his hanging up his phone.
I heard Cris's footsteps more closer as I pretended that I was sleeping.
Cris slowly opened the door of the guest room. Cris was holding a tray of food on his hand. Cris slowly out the tray on the table and turned on the light and began to text his business people.
I looked at the food and yamn! The tray of food contained a huge bowl of pasta. I could stop myself from running towards the food as I jumped out of the bed and was going to run towards the food but winced in pain as I collapsed on the floor.
"Ouch," I winced as I pulled the blanket on me as I was still wearing only a bra.
Cris looked at me confusingly but as he saw me on the floor, cuddling with the blanket and wincing in pain, he rushed near me and scooped me off the floor.
"Are you okay?" Cris asked.
"Yeah," I said as I hugged the blanket.
Cris was going to made me seat on the he bed when I struggled.
"I want to eat pasta, Cris," I said as I struggled on his arms.
"Okay, but first seat on the bed and I will bring the past to you," Cris said as he made me sat on the bed.
I smiled as I saw Cris bring the pasta near me and as he out the tray on the night stand, I quickly grabbed the fork and stabbed on the pasta. "Yay! My baby pasta!" I laughed as I began to eat the pasta. I was eating so quickly that I forgot that Cris was watching me.
"A-hem," Cris said.
I looked at Cris. "Sorry, I shouldn't have eat the pasta all by myself."
"Yeah, you shouldn't. I really thought that I could share food with you but you just finished all the pasta by yourself," Cris complained.
"Sorry Cris," I said.
"So you always eat like that? I wonder how are you so skinny if you eat this just food."
"I don't know but I love to eat. I am even own eating competitions!" I laughed.
Cris laughed with me. "Wow, that's something strange about my pretty darling queen."
I smiled. "But, what are you going to eat, Cris."
"If I could order for what I want to eat then, I would say that I want to eat you . . ."
"You stupid freaking fool of an i***t!" I yelled as I smacked him hard.
"Ouch, sorry. I was kidding," Cris laughed. Then he paused and said, "Where did you learn that? You know I have a friend name Suzy and she also calls me that . . ."
"Oh, what are you even talking about? I didn't know you have a friend name Suzy?" I asked, Cris, avoiding what he wanted to say.
"Yeah, she is a nice friend. Anyway. I have some vegetables so I will cook for myself . . ."
"You know how to cook?" I asked Cris.
"Um . . . I could try . . ."
"Did you ever cook?"
"Not really."
I laughed. "So, even Mr. C. West don't know how to cook," I said and then I realized my mistake.
"Mr. C. West? How do you know . . ."
"Cris, how about I show you how to cook?" I asked him, again avoiding his question.
"Oh, yeah, sure. But, how are you going to go to the kitchen?" Cris asked me.
"Um . . . First, give me a tshirt," I said.
"And then I will hold you on my arms to get you to the kitchen," Cris said.
"Okay," I said.
Cris took out a tshirt and handed to me. Cris turned around as I quickly wore the tshirt and then he turned around and saw me and went near me and scooped me on his arms and we went to the kitchen.
Cris made me sat on the kitchen chair as I started to I instructed him how to cook.
"So, we are going to make a vegetable soup," I said.
"Okay, so what do I need?" Cris asked.
I began to instructed Cris how to cook and it was hilarious as he was struggling to cut the vegetables in proper sizes. After a lot of try, Cris finally started to cook the soup properly.
"You know, I got to go to my own house," I said.
Cris looked at me as he was staring the soup. "You are going to be away from me?"
I looked at Cris and slowly nodded. "I have a house, Cris and I have a job," I said.
Cris sighed. "Okay, but I am going to drop you."
I didn't say anything. I knew that after midnight, I am going to ran away from the he beach house and drive to my apartment. The more close we will be, the more chances for Cris to discover that I am Suzy.
"I also got a party invitations and there is going to be mask dance in the party so, do you want to do to the party with me?" Cris asked. "Your secret will be a secret. It is a mask party after all. Please sweetheart?"
I nodded. "Okay," I said. I have to keep an eye on you anyway, Cris.
"So, that is a date then," Cris smirked.
"A date?"
"Yes. Our date."
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