Chapter 41
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That was impossible even in weekends he couldn't bring himself to take a break for those full two days.
If I made him busy on Saturday he would work the whole Sunday from morning until lunch where I would come and drag him out of there then from lunch time to evening where I would drag him out again forcing him to come watch the sunset.
Those were the only reason I got to make him rest even for an hour or so.
Then from there until night he would be working.
He would sleep only when I come to get him or else he would come to sleep at two in the morning or worse he would work all night and on Monday he would go back to work in his office.
He was littleraly destroying himself to the level where it was starting to annoy me.
He needed a rest.
Atleast sleep at night.
I was starting to worry.
When it came to eight p.m Martha left saying that she was tired and needed to go home for a good rest.
Why couldn't he be like her.
Know that there was something called resting and sleeping.
He never kept rest and sleep in his mind.
All that he kept there was work and work.
At nine I was alone sitting at my usual couch waiting for him with the t.v on.
After and hour that was when he came opening the door looking for me.
I was a little disapointed that he didn't come earlier but noneless i missed him even though I was angry at him.
I just wanted him to rest.
"Come take dinner then we can go sleep" I said helping him remove his coat.
"Are you modeling for me in a new lingerie" he asked smirking.
Wasn't there anything else that he would have thought of.
I just smiled his way as I shook my head.
No I was not going to model for him in a lingerie but I did buy a new one.
I got bored one day but martha saved my life and took me shopping.
"Eat Abelardo you are tired and we have matters to talk about" I said walking to the kitchen to put his food on a plate.
I kept the macaroni salad with chicken Alfredo Infront of him and watched him eat slowly.
His jaw moving as he chewed.
His mouth closed and his honey eyes looking ahead.
What was he thinking about.
Was it me.
Then at that moment he looked at me making eye contact his eyes darkening.
I knew that look it wasn't rage or anger it was something more.
It was lust.
He totally was thinking about me.
Samah~~~
That night I didn't get to talk to him.
Whatever happened was not to be told or mentioned at all.
The next morning I woke up alone.
Again he was gone and I didn't even feel him leaving.
I slowly woke up then dragged my lazy self to the bathroom striping naked on my way.
I finished then walked to my closet.
I looked in the pants part and took the one which was on the top.
It was a white baggy one with some white sewed polka dots then took a crochet bra top to finish my outfit.
I walked to the kitchen wore the apron the started helping Mrs Walters and the cook.
Technically I was still not fired from this job so I did it everyday when I had no where to go.
I didn't go give him the food instead I stayed home watching t.v with Martha in our free time.
The day went pretty fast at five Martha was bidding goodbye saying she needed a rest and at seven Mrs Walters was doing the same.
I dismissed the cook since I could cook and clean for myself along with Abelardo so there was no need of him staying long here.
I heard the door opening then the astonishing aroma filling the whole room.
I didn't need to turn to see who it was.
I knew it was Abelardo because he immediately snaked his hands from behind me planting a kiss between my shoulder and neck.
That small action made me shudder as jolt of electricity shooting through my spinal cord to my whole boy making me drop the knife right where I was cutting the onions.
"Abelardo remember I have a knife you don't get to do small things to me and affect me like that and I can't" I said turning to him look at him circling my hands on his neck.
He tensed a little releasing a shaky breath.
"What are you making" he asked looking past me to the cut onions and the packet of shrimp that was resting in water.
"Mrs Walters tought me how to make paella when I found out that it was also your favorite food so I learnt how to cook it" I said pecking him.
I turned back toward the shrimps then opened the packet.
I was really not good at making this.
This was freaking Spanish food I was making.
"Then I will help you" he said climbing the stairs heading to our room.
After some minutes he came down looking more casual which was him shirtless with only black jeans.
We started cooking and soon we two gathered on the floor of the sitting room as we ate with a glass of red wine.
"You never told me why you got got nightmares samah" Abelardo said out of the blue moon making me freeze in mid air spoon in the air still up.
"It was nothing" I said giving him a tight lipped smiled telling not to go any further.
"Really nothing then you want to tell me that you used to scream in the middle of the night for nothing.
You used to want to sleep next to me for nothing.
