A Taste of Vincent's Revenge
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SAMANTHA'S POV
I still could not believe the situation I was in until Max arrived with my mom that afternoon. And like my dad said, all my personal belongings and a couple of new items were there too. My mom has helped me unpacked and arranged all my things in one of the rooms that Vincent has lent me.
My mom’s eyes were a little puffy. I suspected that she might have cried a lot. Waves of guilt have crushed my heart.
Damn, Samantha! You are still that stupid little brat after all.
My mom sat on the edge of the bed and patted the side beside her, urging me to take a seat. She brushed her hand on my hair. Then she held my hands.
“Dear, I am not going to ask you what happened. Despite everything, I still do not want to doubt your judgment. And while I am opposed to this whole plan, please be assured that you can always count on me.” She sniffed. And then tears came rolling down her face. “You still have about two years left at the university. Please, Samantha. Will you promise me that despite all these, you will finish your degree?”
I nodded my head and cried with her too.
Why am I too stupid not to consider these things last night?
After my mom left, I suddenly felt the pang of sadness tugging at my heart. I have been here in Vincent's home so many times. But this is the first time that I have felt like a stranger to it.
I was lying on the bed when I felt my stomach grumbled. I was wondering what we will have for dinner when my phone chimed in. When I see who texted, it was Vincent. I was so confused as I read his text.
My Knight: Mi querida. it's almost dinner. I am working on something in my study. Go and cook for both of us now.
Me: What do you mean "go and cook"? Vincent, you know I cannot cook. Can we just order some food?
My Knight: I don't want some take-out. There is a lot of food to cook in the fridge. Maybe you can prepare some corn and tacos.
Me: Vincent, I don't know how to cook.
I waited for his response, but there was none. Then there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, Vincent was holding an apron and an iPad. On the screen is a thumbnail of a video showing how to prepare tacos.
"Now go to the cocina and prepare it." He said as he put the apron over my head. I gasped when he slightly came closer to tie the apron behind me. Then he stopped. He stepped back a little and looked at me. "Turn around querida."
"Uhm. No, thanks. I can do it."
"Good." He spins me towards the stairs "Now, go. I will be in the study. Call me when dinner is ready."
I browsed all the ingredients listed on the texts in the caption of the video. Then, I searched for them in the fridge and in the storage boxes at the cupboard. When I see that everything that I need is ready, I played the video once.
Hmm, this looks easy. This should be easy.
At some point, the doorbell rang but I heard Vincent rushing to it, so I did not bother. It took me almost an hour and a half to get everything done. The food looks a little messy but tasted quite close to how a taco should be. It was my first time preparing food by myself, so I was kind of pleased and proud of how it turned out...well, except for how it looks.
I was really starving by the time I finished. So I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and put away the things that I used, then I set the table for two. When I saw that everything is good, I proceeded to the study to call Vincent. I knocked on the door twice.
"Kni-- I mean Vincent?"
He answered but I couldn't understand his words. It's as if he is chewing on something. I pushed the door open and I was greeted by the smell of mozzarella and tomato paste.
Hmm, it smells like some freshly done....pizza?
And there was Vincent seating comfortably on the sofa and munching on a slice of pizza. On the center table in front of him lies the carton box.
"Mi Querida. You want to have some pizza?"
"You ordered pizza?"
"Yes. I am hungry. Why?"
Wow! He's obviously feigning his innocence. God, I hate him!
I am so hungry and pissed that I was not able to control it when tears started to well in my eyes.
"What is wrong, querida?"
I took a deep breath before I answered. "Your tacos and corn are ready. The table is set."
"Oh! But I am already full. I do not think I can still eat that."
"Seriously, Vincent? You instructed me to cook. I was starving too. But you said you did not want a take-out. So I watched that damn video. I prepared the food that you like. You know I don't cook. But I did it anyway. And now this?"
"Well, you can have some pizza too." He opened the carton box and turned it around.
He ordered Hawaiian. He knows I hated pineapples on pizza. He clearly did it on purpose.
"f**k you!"
"Hold up, young lady. Cursing is not allowed in this home."
I turned around and raise my middle finger before I leave and closed the door in his study.
Damn him. He does not seem like the Vincent that I know. Fine. Do you want to play some games? I will give you an exciting game to play!
I was cursing as I headed back to the dining area. I was so angry that I did not even realize how I finished the tacos I put on my plate. Some moments later, Vincent came to the dining area to get something to drink. With a glass of soda in his hand, he eyed the tacos on the plate that was supposed to be his.
"Tremendo! Why does this taco look like this, querida?"
He lifted it up and took a bite. He spat it out at once.
"How did you even manage to eat that? Were you that hungry?"
I felt so insulted that I grabbed the plate in front of him. "Then let me throw it to the trash." He stopped my hand.
"Hang on!"
I thought he does not want to eat it?
I turned my back to him and got my own glass of soda. I was about to leave the dining room when he called me out.
"Not that fast, querida. Clean this up and put it on the washer... well except this plate of tacos. Brutus will have it."
"Brutus? Do you mean the dog?"
He smiled. "Yes, Miel. The dog."
What the--- Did he just say my cooking is only good enough as dog food? f**k him!
I stormed out of the dining area and proceeded to the kitchen.
God! I hate this day!
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