Chapter 17 Sienna's POV
I woke up to the smell of something delicious.
What was going on?
I looked around my room, and it looked different. Clean.
I sat up, shocked and confused.
Did a tornado of hygiene fly through my room?
Was I dreaming?
I pinched myself to make sure, and I was fine. It wasn’t a dream. I sat up and walked to the door of my room and stared out. The living room area was clean. It was arranged.
I looked to the side toward the kitchen, and there was a man in the kitchen. The man from the day before.
He was standing in my kitchen, dressed up and cooking for me.
Where did he get what to cook? I was a hundred percent sure my fridge was empty.
I walked toward him, yawning.
“Good morning, what are you doing?” I asked, and he turned to me with a cautious smile.
“I decided to make breakfast. I hope I’m not doing something you don’t want. You can tell me. I’ll stop.” He looked so cautious.
Like a dog that was afraid to piss its owner off.
“It’s alright. I don’t mind. Where did you get the groceries though?” I asked, and he scratched his neck.
“I bought it,” he whispered, and I shook my head immediately.
“You didn’t have to. Tell me how much it cost you, and I’ll reimburse you,” I said immediately.
“Oh, you don’t have to. I haven’t thanked you yet for taking me in. Plus I bought it for myself too…” he started to speak, but I shook my head.
“I insist.” I was a very stubborn fool, and it was obvious in my stupidity.
“Ok, let’s do this. We’ll split the bill,” he offered, and I nodded, relieved.
“How much is my share?” I asked, and he reached for his phone and checked.
“Ten bucks,” he replied, and I nodded.
“Do you want cash?” I asked, and he shook his head.
“What’s your PayApp username?” I asked, and he checked his phone again.
“I don’t have the app. I get money mostly as bank deposits, so you’ll have to deposit it to my bank,” he spoke, not looking up from his cooking.
I had this feeling he was lying, but I had no evidence to dispute him, so I could only make a mental note to make sure to pay him.
My mouth felt awful from the whole drinking all night debacle. I didn’t brush last night; I just stripped and collapsed on my bed.
I walked to the bathroom to brush, and it looked different too.
Clean.
And he had washed all my towels.
How long had he been awake?
I couldn’t find my toothbrush. I was about to ask him when I saw a new brush basket right above the mirror.
It had a new brush, toothpaste, and mouthwash.
Why did he?
I decided to hold my questions and get myself in order.
I brushed my teeth and reached for my soap to wash my face.
It wasn’t there. I searched, and it was in the shower.
It was full.
Everything in the shower was either brand new or clean.
Did he go grocery shopping this morning? And why?
I washed my face and made my way out to the kitchen and started to speak when he interrupted me.
“Coffee?” he asked, pointing to the freshly brewed coffee.
“Sure,” I nodded, and he poured a cup.
I walked to my fridge and leaned against it, watching him finish up with breakfast.
“Why?” I asked.
“I…” he started to speak and kept quiet.
He plated breakfast and brought it to me.
“I just like taking care of people,” he answered sincerely. He looked so much like a cute, innocent puppy in this moment.
I realized he still was a stranger. I didn’t even know his name.
“I’m Sienna,” I said, digging into the food.
“I’m Kael.”
“This tastes amazing,” I complemented him, and he smiled.
“Thanks.” He looked happy, satisfied that I liked his cooking. He really did enjoy this type of stuff.
“So what are you doing here, Kael? Did you come here to represent your pack? Or personal business? I mean it’s none of my business, but I am a gossip,” I asked, munching on the food.
“I don’t have a pack,” he answered, and I froze.
“What?” I asked, shocked.
“I thought all packless wolves turned rogue and dangerous,” I asked, and he shook his head.
“Most do, but sometimes there are exceptions. People that can bond enough with their wolf so that they don’t go rogue,” he explained.
“They are called lone wolves. They are very few, as it is hard to fight the instinct to go rogue.” I looked at him with newfound admiration.
He was able to fight something that, according to Lucien, was almost impossible.
I saw him last night. His wolf looked more feral and dangerous, but he had it under control.
“That’s impressive. You must be some type of prodigy,” I complimented him.
“I’m just a packless wolf. I’m nothing special,” he shrugged, and he looked like he meant it.
He has to work on his confidence or lack thereof.
“I think you should stay a little longer,” I found myself blabbing out loud before even realizing what I was saying.
“I need to make sure you’re alright before I let you leave.”
“I can’t impose…” he started to speak, but I cut him off.
“Nonsense. Unless you have some kind of emergency you can’t afford to miss, I’d love it if you could stay. At least until you are fine,” I pressed, and I could see the conflict in his eyes.
“Please,” I whispered, and I watched in real time as my pleas melted him.
It was hot knowing I had the power to do that to a man, and adorable watching him fold to me.
“If I’m not a burden, then I’d love to stay on your couch until I’m healed and ready to move,” he asked, and I nodded.
You won’t be staying on my couch if I have any say.
My thoughts were crazy. I had to fight myself so I wouldn’t dream about taking advantage of this kind man.
I was going to be subtle, but I would never push it. I’d let it work itself out.
“I’d love you here. Please stay. It’ll also give me peace knowing you’re safe and healing nicely,” I said, and he nodded.
“I’ll do my best to help around the house. If you need me for anything, just ask. I’ll do anything,” he said it with sincerity, but my mind strayed regardless.
God, he was so…
He was perfect.
Better than most men.
He opened the fridge and poured out a glass of orange juice for me.
Where did he get that? My fridge was stocked to the brim.
This dude was the perfect man.
I looked at him, and he just smiled.
“It’s my share of stuff, roommate. I have to do it, don’t I?”
“Oh, fuck off,” I rolled my eyes, but I was grinning because he was grinning.
Maybe I was going crazy.