Chapter 15
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"Are you eating cereal?" He asks when he sees the bowl I put on the breakfast bar.
I nod, "Sorry, can I have some cereal? I don't know if you're home so I just grab it because I'm too hungry. I'd go upstairs to look for you, ask for your permission if I can have this but since I'm not allowed to go up, so," so I just gobble what I found.
He smiles, "It's okay, you can eat anything in this house, no permission required." Including you?
"Let me cook you something," he heads straight to the kitchen cabinet, pulling out a pan.
"It's okay, I'm good with cereal."
"Do you eat spaghetti?" He insists, grabbing capsicum out of the fridge along with a pack of uncooked spaghetti.
"Yeah."
"Aglio olio?" He's standing in front of a chopping board now, with three cloves of garlic.
"Sure."
He looks at me and smiles, again, and proceed with working the garlic. He smiles a lot today. It's weird. Coming 4 times do that to you?
I seriously wonder how many time did I come last night. My legs was shaking so bad last night I can even feel my legs being jelly right now. But I'd rather stand on my jelly legs than sit on that stool.
"So what are you studying?"
"Oh? I thought we don't do this get-to-know-you stuffs." I admit last night makes me a little brave to talk to him this way. Guess we connect?
"You don't get to do it, I do." He stops chopping and looks at me. "So tell me, what are you studying?"
"Don't you think it's a little unfair?"
He smiles again. Argh, quit with the smiles! It's making me annoyed now.
"So you get to do stuffs but I don't? Just because you pay me, doesn't mean I need to be an obidient puppy. I'm a person, not a puppy."
"I'm aware of that Abigail. A puppy doesn't make me come 4 times in one night."
Errr-
"How about this. I cook you a good meal, you tell me about your studies? Hm?" He leaves his chopping station and walks to me.
He stops when there's barely space between us as he's towering over me. I have to look up to reply his stare. Is he trying to intimidate me with his height?
"Do you need another payment?" Wow. He sure know how to socialize. By throwing money? Really, dude?
Suddenly his hands reach for my ass, pulling me closer. He leans down and kisses me. Everything's so fast I don't think I can handle this scene.
"There." He says it after he pulls his lips off me.
"I believe I've earned an insight regarding your study background, Miss Grey?" He's back at his chopping station as I'm still blushing here by the cereal bowl.
Why do you have to be so charming? So rich, so charming, so good at making me come-
"Do you want it hot or mild?" He asks, chopping the capcicum.
"I want it hot."
"Damn, woman." He comes again and sweeps me off my feet. We kiss passionately until he pushes me to the kitchen counter, grabs my ass to lift me up on the island.
"Ouch!" I wince in pain as I jump down from the solid surface. It's burning. My Sophie-jayjay is burning.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I just, erm, I don't think I can sit." He's trying so hard not to laugh but yeah, I think it's funny too. We ended up laughing together.
"Do you want to lie down first while I cook? Do you want some ice to ease it down? I'm so sorry Abigail."
"It's okay."
I explain a bit on what Abby studies based on what I know of while he continues cooking.
After a meal together by the kitchen island; he's so sweet he insists on eating the pasta standing up with me, I ask for his permission to go back earlier to complete an assignment I'm supposed to send tomorrow morning.
But really, I just want to soak my bottom in the tub to ease the soreness I'm feeling.
Good s*x, good food, good money. What else am I missing, hm? Let me know so I'll know what to ask him next.
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