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In the morning, I woke up alone in my bed. Or, I'd say, our bed. It already ruined my mood. He was being overly sensitive and I didn't want that. I wanted him to man up and own his mistakes. I crawled out of the bed slowly and walked my way toward the bathroom. I showered and since I was feeling a little hot, I decided to wear one of his t-shirt with a pair of cotton shorts. I was supposed to stay comfortable. That's what I was doing.
Running my finger through my wet locks, I made my way toward the kitchen as it was growling for food. Sometimes, I would feel nauseated even if anyone mentioned the word food in front of me. And then, sometimes, I could be so much hungry, as if I was starving for days. That was one of those days when I was hungry and my stomach demanded good.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, my whole body froze at the door frame and my breath hitched. He stood naked before me. Just an apron that was covering his front, but not the back. His ass was on a display before me.
“Don't just stand there. Come inside. You are supposed to take care of your diet. Eat healthy and eat at the right time.” Enzo spoke without even looking at me. He was engrossed with something he was doing against the counter. Due to his tall figure, I couldn't see what he was actually doing.
I looked around me, then outside the kitchen. The mansion was completely empty. Biting my lower lip, I walked toward him. For some reason, I had been feeling extremely horny for a few days. I couldn't figure out why and I actually didn't give it much thought.
Standing beside him, I found out that he was making me strawberry pancakes and some cheesy egg rolls. “I know you like them. I thought I should treat you.” He answered the question that didn't even arise in my head. I had other… things that were nagging my mind.
I still didn't speak. I stayed quiet, by his side. I just watched him work in the kitchen, all naked. This used to be our thing. And I used to enjoy the sight so much. Not that I wasn't enjoying it anymore. But part of me was still hurt.
For starters, I wanted to know why he didn't sleep in the same bed with me the night before, as he was doing it daily. He would hold me in his arms and I would sleep at the rhythm of his calmly beating heart. I wanted to ask him why he didn't come to bed with me. But I couldn't.
Because asking Enzo would mean that I care. And I wasn't supposed to care. At least, I couldn't let him know that I had started to care. That his absence was doing something to me. It was all fucked up and I hated it.
While I was having this war within my mind, Enzo grabbed me by my hips and made me sit on the counter. He parted my knees and stood in between my legs. “What are you doing?” I couldn't speak louder than a whisper. I doubted my voice even reached his ears.
“Admiring you! What else?” He shot back, smiling at me. It was his charming smile that he always used on me, sometimes he even used it against me because he knew how much effect it had on me. I hated how my body still remembered his affects on me.
“You are not supposed to be doing that, Mr. You are forgetting the fact that I am only here to get treated. And once I am all better, I will be gone.” I reminded him of the deal he had promised me when he begged me to stay, just to get treated.
His head narrowed down and that smile vanished from his face. “I know! I remember it all too well. You don't need to tell me that again.” His voice was barely audible and he pulled away from me. I didn't like it at all, how I was breaking his heart again and again.
He wasn't understanding the fact that his actions would have effects on me as well. I grabbed his hand before he could completely move away from me. “You need to understand that I can't afford to get attached to you again. You need to understand that another heartbreak would end me for sure.” I tried to knock some sense into him. He was being selfish.
“I know!” He whispered and before I could see it coming, his lips were on mine. He kissed me hard, and his tongue was inside my mouth.
He made me tilt my head up, so he could have full access to my mouth. My hands went into the apron. My fingers traced every single detail of his abs. I moaned into his mouth. The bitterness of his morning coffee spread across my mouth, waking me up again.
When he finally pulled away from me, I was actually a mess. He pecked my lips again and pulled away. He was standing by the stove, preparing breakfast for me. I didn't dare speak another word after that.
He was done with cooking anyway. He set that huge table only for us both. Then I was scooped in his arms and he carried me to the dining room. He didn't care that he was all naked. He was more pleased to be spending time with me. I whimpered when he made me sit on his lap. That brought back a lot of memories from our past.
He cut a chunk of egg rolls, and held it against my lips. I didn't question him. I just ate in silence. I didn't even have the strength to argue with him. “I know, this place, this house, is hurting you in ways. I know it's not me. I know it's this house you once turned into your home.” My heart swelled when he spoke up, but not with happiness. I was overwhelmed by my sorrows.
“Why don't we just go somewhere for a while? Anywhere, wherever you wanna go. Just so we can change the scenery, and your surroundings. You will feel better.” He offered and I looked at him. He was being serious.
“I have chemo sessions.” I replied in a low tone.
“You just received one yesterday. Now, there are no sessions for the next two weeks. We can come back, on that same day and get you your chemo.” He offered again. I didn't say i
t but the offer was very intimidating.