Chapter 58 Cheers to New Beginnings
Eden’s Point of View
I stepped into the living room, clutching the wine bottle in my left hand, my eyes quickly flickered towards Theron, who was seated on the couch—I didn’t even think he would be awake, this is just barely past 7 A.M. He was dressed in loose pants and a sleeveless tank top. My eyes skidded towards his heavy biceps and down to his forearms that were beautifully adorned and webbed with thick veins.
I felt my heart tighten inside my chest because this man was so good-looking, and to know that this good-looking man belonged to me, my heart stopped in my chest. Woah! Woah! Eden, hold your horses, this man doesn’t belong to you. I corrected myself quickly; all these battles happened internally in the last second.
No matter where he is, no matter what he is doing, Theron looked incredibly good—he was reading something from his iPad, wearing reading glasses, and his hair was held in a manbun.
‘Fuck me.’ I muttered underneath my breath, and as if Theron noticed someone in the doorway, his eyes lazily darted towards my direction, and I felt my heart flip again.
“Little lamb.” He murmured, I felt my stomach churn, I hated that nickname so damned much—He dropped the iPad in his hands to the table, and got up, his legs stretched long and powerful, sexily so.
“Fuck…” I muttered again, and this time I think he heard me.
“What was that?” He wondered, finally stopping a few inches before me, trying to distract him, I shoved the wine forward.
“Wine?” He asked curiously, slipping his hands into his pockets, and tilting his head softly. “What for, are we celebrating something?”
“Our partnership?” My brain went into overdrive. Theron is smart, very smart—and I wasn’t so smart—any little mistake and he might figure me out. I was able to get something out of my brainstorm, though. “Shouldn’t we make a toast to a formal partnership? One that isn’t filled with lies and deceit? Or are you planning to lie to me again?”
His eyes narrowed as he took a menacing step closer to me.
“What do you plan to gain from this?” he asked. “I kept thinking about everything you said, and since I made it clear that I won’t be making you director, you have no reason to help me.”
I swallowed hard… shit.
“I want to be the director of my father’s hospital,” I confessed in a low voice, my eyes unable to meet his gaze, so they flickered away. “I thought about it, and realized that you were right, I am young, and I have little to no experience in being the director or a director in general—so, I am going to learn from you.”
Silence settled heavily on us.
“I don’t care how long it is going to take; I will learn and become a director.”
One of his eyebrows raised slightly, as if intrigued by my words. “Fine. If that is what you want, we can toast to that. I will make you one hell of a director.” He smirked, and once again—I was lost.
In his beauty that only tells lies, I can’t trust him, I know that much.
“Are you tired? You can sleep lightly. I will cook up something for you.” He suggested, which made me remember when he made me breakfast in the morning of our new life. “I mean, we can’t toast on an empty stomach.”
He pulled me towards the couch, trying to take the wine from my hands, but if I let him handle the wine, I would be unable to put in the sedative, and apart from my plans falling through, I would then make an unfavorable deal with the devil for the second time.
“No, I don’t feel sleepy,” I confessed, holding the wine quite tightly against my chest. His gaze fell to my hands. Oops! I guess I withdrew too fast, and he found it suspicious.
“Let’s go.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him into the kitchen, and I set the wine on the counter. “I don’t believe you can cook.”
Trying to divert his attention from the wine.
“I made breakfast once for you.” He seemed hesitant, his gaze still on the wine.
“You made waffles, eggs, sausages, bacon…. Those are basic breakfast meals, even a child can make that.” I rolled my eyes.
Theron placed both hands on either side of his hips and sucked in a deep breath.
“Well, since you are going to be standing right here—I’ll just show you.” He seemed to have taken the challenge; my lips curved into a smirk because I had successfully diverted his attention from the wine.
In less than an hour, I stared down at the creamy shrimp Alfredo pasta that he whipped up without a break. His movement was fluid and sexy, as though his sole purpose in this world was to make pasta.
And he did so effortlessly, as if he spoke the words of creation to the plate and the meal magically crawled up. I stared down in awe.
His knife skills might even outclass some of the world's top chefs.
“Do you want to taste?” He asked, scooping some in the spoon, and without me answering, he brought it to the tip of my lips, and I opened. Heat spreads across my cheeks because this walking sex god just spoon-fed me—it made my core heat up.
The moment the warm, creamy pasta reached my tongue, I felt my taste buds explode; it was flavorful and tasty.
I moaned unconsciously, and he just smiled.
“That’s good…” I trailed off, and a proud smirk reached Theron’s lips. “Where did you learn to cook like that?”
He shrugged.
“It’s just some hobby I had while growing up.” I watched in silent admiration as he dished up the food. “I will set up the table.”
He offered, and I nodded hurriedly, watching him as he left.
Now, it’s time for my plan.
Almost instantly, I reached out for the wine glasses in the cupboard, my hands worked very fast as I poured wine into the cup, and I quickly put in two drops of the sedative in the wine. I could put more, but he might die.
“Are you not coming?” I felt a small gasp escape me as I heard his voice from behind me, so I threw the rest of the sedative in the sink, while I grabbed the wine glasses, turning towards him with a nervous smile.
The tampered wine on my life, the untampered on my right—make a mistake and I would have knocked myself out instead.
“I am, I am just bringing the wine.” My smile was big as we walked back to the dining table. I set down the wine glasses on the table, and he pulled out a seat for me.
My heart is pounding hard against my chest, hoping and praying this evil bastard doesn’t get suspicious of me.
“Thank you,” I whispered as he pulled a seat for himself. I was quick to choose a glass of wine for myself—the untampered one, of course. “Shall we make a toast?”
Theron, without any suspicion, picked the other wine.
“Cheers to new beginnings,” I muttered, and our glasses clinked; a smile crawled on my face as I watched him down the contents foolishly, his half-opened eyes fixed on me the entire time.
Guess what, Theron, I will fucking enjoy this—I sipped my own wine, a smile spreading across my lips.