Chapter 63 Chapter 32 (i)
FAE
“That’s just… god, what was that?” he asked, laughing softly in his hoarse voice, his arms possessively around me after we had shifted into a more comfortable position a few moments later. “Are you okay? I think I lost my self a little bit in there.”
“I love it…” I huffed, panting. “Once or twice of the week we make love like this for the rest of our lives. Can we do that?”
He was laughing again as he kissed my cheek, then teasingly nipped my ear, then the curve of my shoulder. We were both sweaty and messy but it was just perfect.
“I love you,” I just said. “I love everything that you do to me. I love this. I love you.”
He took a deep breath. I heard a gulp, then he backed off so I could roll over to my back on the bed. He got back to his place in the middle of my thighs, his handsome face showing such a possessive, satisfied smirk that I laughed. Then I possessively clamped my thighs to keep him in place.
His eyes were locked on mine as he tenderly brushed away the strands of hair sticking to my sweat-soaked cheek.
“Jigo…?” I asked worriedly because he’s still not speaking.
He shook his head slowly while smiling at me. “I’m just savoring what you said.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll hear it every time I think it. Every time I feel it.”
He nodded. “You do know I love you, too, right? That none of this would happen if it was just lust I felt. Even when—”
“When you were just pretending to be my rebound, yes. I knew now.”
He took another deep breath. “I love you, too.”
I smiled at him. “I believe you, too. I believe you now.”
He nodded slowly, dropped a kiss on my kiss-swollen lips, then hugged me tightly.
In the following days, Jigo continued to come home to my condo at the end of the day. When I suggested he could use one of the rooms for his closet, a carpenter arrived and installed cabinets on both walls of that windowless room. His stylist came next, bringing his office garments and other clothes and accessories. The same stylist also brought a small collection of new clothes for me to keep in the condo—cocktail dresses, other dresses, some sets of jewelry and watches, bags, and shoes. The room that was supposed to be the guest room became my home office. I knew my space was small for the two of us, but he seemed happy. He wasn’t complaining. He even said if I wanted to invite my friends over for a sleepover, we could do it at his condo, which had more rooms.
“How is it? Is it okay? Do you like it?” I asked in quick succession after he blew on the soup and took a sip. I had cooked his favorite Prawn Sinigang for him this time. We’d been out for dinner or had food delivered several times that week, but I wanted to start cooking for us. I was a wife now so I had put in the effort to learn to cook. I could cook simple recipes if I followed instructions closely enough. I didn’t want Jigo to always eat takeout or be the one to cook for us all the time.
So I reviewed the dishes I knew how to cook, and when he texted me that afternoon asking what I wanted for dinner, I told him I would cook if that was okay with him.
He called.
“I’ll come home early to help.”
“I’m fine. What I need is someone to eat the food I cook,” I giggled. “But it’s okay to grab food in case you turn out not liking it.”
“I will like it no matter what, don’t worry. It’s my wife’s cooking.” I even heard him call Maria to proudly announce that I would be cooking for our dinner. And I just shook my head…
He was nodding while taking another sip of the broth. “It is.” Then he sipped again. “I also like that it has lots of vegetables, baby. Thank you for cooking this. Why did you always say you couldn’t cook before? This is better than I expected!” He even looked relieved. I took a deep breath, smiling, as relieved as he was, if not more.
His hand reached for the bowl of rice, but I was already there, scooping the first scoop of rice onto his plate. “I’ll do it for you,” I said, in high spirits because my dish had passed his taste test.
I was surprised when his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me slightly toward him. He kissed my cheek. “You’re going to be a great cook,” he said. I had told him I wanted to enroll in a basic cooking class to learn more recipes with an instructor who was present. I had more free time on my hands before I could go back to work. I still read and studied new laws and cases to stay up-to-date, but it didn’t take my whole day. “I can tell.”
“Thank you again…” I said. “Way to Best Trophy Wife coming up! Yay!” I punched the air with my fist.