Free Web NovelChapter 111: He Cooks, She Watches
He felt her presence as she drew near and turned to face her. Skyla was barefooted so he didn’t hear her earlier. His hands halted as his eyes dilated seeing her in his oversized clothes.
Nonetheless, she looked so gorgeous in them and if it was in his hands he would dress her up more and more in his clothes. Precisely only in his shirt. Now that would be a sight.
"Feeling better?" he asked slightly amused, seeing how she was trying her damnest to not look him in the eyes.
"Yes, thank you for the clothes. Point me to the washing machine so I can do laundry." She was still holding her wet clothes.
Zyair reduced the heat under the pot and extended his hand towards her.
"Allow me."
Skyla was hesitant but then she did as he had asked. Zyair collected them in his large hands and moved to the machine in the corner. Adding her clothes and detergent, he turned it on. Washing his hands at the washbasin he returned to the simmering pot. Skyla scanned him while nibbling on her lower lip.
"I hope you are hungry, I made your favourite pasta." Due to their lunch assignments together, Zyair knew what she loved eating. She leaned on the kitchen island watching him expertly display his culinary skills. This man in an apron was a sight to behold.
"You know how to cook?" Skyla couldn’t help but ask and a smile broke out on his hidden face. He had changed the mask too. Now he was wearing a Kakashi one.
"You seem surprised, I promise it will be edible," he remarked, pointing to her to step closer.
She reluctantly did. Using his finger he swiped the creamy sauce from the ladle and turned to face her.
"Taste it." He mischievously extended his index finger towards her mouth urging her to open it. Her throat constricted as she shyly watched his finger and tried to take some of the sauce using her index one.
He drew it back and amusedly shook his head.
"That’s not how it works. This is not the first time my finger will be in your mouth or did you forget." He shamelessly reminded her with a roguish chuckle.
"Umm...no." She turned red from head to toe. Did he have to remind her what she was trying to suppress?
She tried to escape his vicinity, this man’s proximity was highly dangerous for her morals. But he caged her with his hands landing on both sides of the kitchen island so she had nowhere to go.
"Skyla! Look at me," he dreamily commanded, the words were softer than cotton and yet they hit her core harder. Her panties would drench from just his voice, she was sure.
She gathered all the courage she possessed and lifted her shy eyes to stare into his vast oceans. Wickedness swam there, she knew he was not going to make it easy for her.
He lifted his finger and slowly brought it to her lips again.
"Please!" He solemnly requested this time. So she slowly opened her mouth and let him enter his finger inside and taste the sauce.
Her mouth burst with so many flavours, the spices had been perfectly blended. It was a treat to her taste buds. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and savour the moment.
He chuckled, a triumphant chuckle.
She quickly let his finger go and he extracted it, letting it linger on her petal-like lips. Her eyes quickly opened as he removed his finger and slid it under his mask to savour her taste.
’Oh! My God, this man will be the death of me,’ she lamented to herself seeing his actions.
Finally removing his finger he leaned close to her and whispered.
"My beautiful lily, I don’t know how you liked the flavour of my sauce but you taste as exquisite as I remember you."
Her insides churned as if they had been placed in a blender and her very intimate areas slightly ached. Heating her whole body. Before she would make a fool of herself she mumbled.
"Ahm! It was really good...I will help place the dishes." She hurriedly escaped him and he bit his lip to not laugh aloud some more.
"Third cabinet," he playfully told her, seeing her receding figure.
He didn’t tease her anymore, once they were seated around the kitchen island he placed the whole bowl of pasta alongside her plate and sat down opposite her.
"You will finish this, all of this and then we will talk. We have nine years of catching up to do," he calmly told her, making her mouth hang open.
"This is a lot, aren’t you going to eat with me?" She couldn’t help but ask as she began to dish out pasta. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Not right now, for now, I only want to watch you eat. You have grown too skinny, I am going to take care of your health." His words carried his concerns, his kindness and his affections. Something her husband had never bothered with. And she didn’t want to disappoint this man.
"I will." She cracked a small smile and filled up her plate. Skyla started eating and satisfaction brimmed up in Zyair.
"It’s very very delicious. Who taught you to cook?" Skyla asked, stabbing a few pasta pieces with her fork and plopping them in her mouth.
"Myself!" he confidently replied and she couldn’t help but gush.
There is nothing sexier than a man who can cook.
Once they were done with eating and she couldn’t take one more morsel, they cleared the dishes and took out the laundry.
Finishing up from their tasks Skyla finally settled down on the sofa in the living room. Zyair had already lit up the fireplace so it was warm and she wouldn’t feel cold.
"I will be right back," he politely told her and disappeared into his room. Only to appear a few minutes later, holding a first aid box. Now that her face was cleansed of any makeup he could tend to her injured cheek.
Without any hesitancy, he lowered himself near her bare feet and kneeled in front of her with the box in his lap. Skyla got extremely flustered seeing this.
"Sir? What are you doing?" she blurted out in exasperation. He lifted his head and she could sense he didn’t like the way she had addressed him.
"Zyair, call me by my name. We are not in the office anymore. And relax I am only going to tend to your wound," the coolness in his voice never wavered but Skyla was anxious. She didn’t want him to sit where her feet were.
"Please! Sit on the sofa, I don’t like you sitting on the floor." It was odd seeing such a highly dominating man sitting at her feet. But Zyair didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
"Shortly," he answered while taking out a healing balm.
Unscrewing the lid, he spread it on his finger and extended his finger to her swollen cheek. The ugly bruise was yellowish purple now and the rage turned his insides into acid, burning him brutally.
"Let me?" And she nodded her approval. His warm finger began to spread the balm evenly on her cheek, the strokes were so gentle that she couldn’t help but watch him with awe.
The awe soon turned to regret, the regret of marrying a man like Doran and then regret moulded into misery and gloominess and then rage jumped in.
And before she knew it the tears had begun to drop from her saddened eyes.
