Chapter 25
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"You have been standing here for the last five minutes can you say what you want" he asked in his usual annoyed tone.
Did he see me or hear me when I came here.
Then if he did why could he just come out.
"I came to call you for food it is ready downstairs" I said looking down not bothering to make eye contact.
He just nodded his head and I took that as my answer to leave him alone.
I walked and kept his food in the microwave and started eating mine
It had been going on for more than a year.
I knew that he wouldn't come and eat with me.
On my second spoon he was standing Infront of me frowning at my direction.
How comes I didn't even hear him walk down the stairs.
"I though you said food was ready" he said looking around.
I was shocked that he even came.
My mouth formed an O shape before standing from my chair and walking to the closed microwave.
I didn't expect him to come that fast.
I walked back to him with the food perfectly placed on the plate as I kept it Infront of him.
Thankfully the food was still warm.
He sat across me looking at the orange rice that I made while his eyes gave a questioning look.
I didn't expect him to eat it just like that.
"What is this?" He asked looking at me.
I knew the food smelled like heaven I am sure he even smelled it another thing I was sure about was that he couldn't eat it if he didn't know what it was.
Everyone one is like that.
"It is called jollof rice.
It is a Ghanian traditional food try it is nice my mom used to cook it for us" I said smiling at him.
He didn't smile back instead he dug his fork inside the orange looking rice and ate one and twice before he released a quiet satisfied moan.
I smiled at myself and went back to my food.
My cooking skills were irreplaceable
"Are you from Ghana?" He asked me this time giving me his full attention.
"No I am not.
I am from Senegal" I said looking at him this time making eye contact.
Even at night his eyes were still captivating and penetrating like they were searching for your soul.
"And you where are you from?" I asked not really expecting an answer.
He was a closed up man with his own walls.
"I am Italian my dad is Italian but my mom is mixed both Spanish and Mexican so I geuss you could say that I am also mixed" he said shrugging his shoulders a little.
Perfect mixture.
How could someone hold such a perfection.
"And where did you get your hair from since you have different hair colour with your sister" I asked again.
"Well I got my mom's hair and she got my dad's hair but our eyes we got them from our grandfather from my dad's side he was the only one with this kind of eye colour in his family" he said plastering a proud smile on his mouth.
Wow.
I couldn't believe that he answered all the questions that I asked him.
"Wow" that was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
"Wow what Aviva?" He asked looking away from his half empty plate.
"I can't believe that you answered all the questions for the first time I am surprised you even kept up with my questionings." I said twirling a little my fork.
He looked at me intensly his honey coloured eyes turning into a darker colour while I just sat there wondering what was going on.
Why was his eyes turning like that even at night.
He then stood up and slowly walked to me taking small preying steps with his half naked form.
"Do you know what else would surprise you" he whispered in my ear making sure to nibble my earlobe.
Once he did that I was lost of words that nothing seemed to come in my head.
How could such an action make me like that.
Why could he make me like that.
I just nodded my head to the sides slowly showing him that I didn't know what he was talking about.
"The fact that I am on verge banging you right now on this table" he whispered again while pushing the dishes aside.
Did he just......
My eyes widened when what he said registered in my head causing me to turn my head swiftly causing him to kiss me catching me off guard.
"Are you going to allow me to do that Aviva.
Girlfriend." He said going a little lower to my shoulder.
I couldn't help but shudder to his choice of words he used.
Why did he have to bring that up
"Not here on the table"I managed to whisper in between the kisses he was giving me.
The table was to precious to do such things on it.
"Then lead the way wife" he said going to my neck making me tilt my head to the sides giving him full access to my neck.
What was he doing to me.
I slowly stood up with him behind holding my waist while I guided him in the room where everything was getting hotter with each step.
I entered the room after him while he stood inside waiting for me as I made sure to take my time slowly closing the door.
I heard him growl with impatience coming my way.
I knew I was screwed.
A smile slowly crept on my face before I felt him pull me causing me to fall back flat on the bed where he slowly climbed on top of me and I swear I heard him murmur the word mine which was muffled with kisses he was giving me everywhere.
