Chapter 27 27
Vanessa's Pov
"How was today?" Richard asked, removing his tie and tossing it at the back seat
"Crowded man." I closed my eyes
"Details miss. I need details to keep me company while I be your personal driver" He said, placing a hand on my thigh
"Okay.. well, I had a meeting by 8am with an indecisive client. The man wasn't sure about what his wife liked at all. Is it blue? I don't think she'd like that, he'd say. In fact, "I don't think she'd like that" was the word for the day. I had to take his wives number to text her later and ask her some certain things but I'd be professional and unsuspicious about it because it's a birthday surprise. Then I had an interview with an intern... She's lively, I'd say she looks familiar but I can't pinpoint where I've seen that face. Her surname is funny though, I've forgotten it but I just felt it was weird but I didn't question it. She got in anyway. I'll be keeping my eyes on her though. Then I went for inspection and it wasn't bad. I guess that's all I can remember for now" I sighed
"Wow! That was a really busy day" He squeezed my thigh
"How about you?" I turned to look at him
He sighed and kept quiet for a while. "I did a lot of shouting and scolding. I supplied goods and made sure I got my money. We are fixing new bugs in our projects and we're trying to bring out new features in our gadgets. I have new staffs. I went shopping when I was done and here I am"
"Pretty straight forward day. The shouting part wasn't really needed. Oh! Thank you for shopping for me" I smiled
"Who said it was for you?" He frowned
"Huh? Oh shit, I... I thought -" I began to stammer because I was embarrassed
"It's for Us" He cuts me halfway and I slapped him playfully
"Idiot. You're not invited into my house" I said
"You'll have to fight me first" He packed the car and opened the boot to bring out the food stuffs.
"Jesus! Were you indecisive?" I yelled in amusement. "These are much"
"That's why it's for US" He shrugged and carried 6 bags, leaving 5 for me
"That makes so much sense now, you glutton" I laughed carrying the rest.
"Okay, you do the arranging while I go change" He said and ran upstairs
Okay! Here goes nothing.
I began to unbag everything and arrange them. My cupboard now looks stocked. Haha!
I hear the door bell and confusingly went to see who was there. I hope it's not Bryan because I can't put up with two guys today and not because I'm cheating on any of them cos none of these things are defined.
"Richard Blackwood?" The guy asked. I scanned his attire and I was able to figure out that he was a delivery guy and the name tag said his name is "Mark"
"Uhhh... Yes? He's upstairs." I said, still confused.
We fucking have tons of food to eat. What's this for.
"Here's the package. It's been paid for." He handed the package over to me and I thanked him, locking the door behind me.
"I see the delivery guy was quick with that" Richard said, startling me.
"What's this?" I placed the bag on the counter. "I feel something cold"
"It's your turn to change. Up, up, up!" He laughed and snatched the bag away from me
"Is that ice cream?" I smiled widely
"In your dreams, it's cold beer" He said seriously
"Huh?"
"Go up!" He turned me around and pushed me forward lightly. "That's the way up. Be fast too"
"Unbelievable" I muttered and stormed into my room like a small child. I heard him laugh at my behavior
He thinks it's funny? How dare he get beer even after I told him I was craving ice cream this morning. He'll pack out of my house. He's not even paying rent!
Okay maybe I'm overreacting. He got me tons of food items... He can have beer as long as he doesn't get drunk and puke in my house.
I take a quick bath and put on a short and big shirt cos I'm not wearing bra and there's a guy in the house. Not like he hasn't seen it anyway but still
"Ah! My kitchen!" I yelled when I saw who was behind the gas with an apron
"Ah! My shirt!" He smirked at me
"This isn't your shirt" I said, looking at the shirt. Oops.. it doesn't look familiar
"It isn't yours either" He laughed, covering his pot
"Whatever. What's cooking, chef?" I smiled and sat on the chair. "Need me to help you with something?" I asked
"Yeah, open the appetizer and feed me since I'll be using my hand to chop vegetables" He said, pointing at the bag I took from the delivery guy
"The audacity. I should be feeding you beer?! I can help with the veggies instead" I frowned playfully
"Just open the bag" He rolled his eyes at me, while chopping his carrot. I can't lie, the guy is good.
"What's your story? Who taught you how to do these things" I picked the bag and brought out the first thing which is a mini box of pizza.
"Cook? Oh! This is what happens when you live in a house filled with girls and you know that if you don't learn how to cook they'll starve you and eat junk" He chuckled
"It's Ice Cream!!!" I yelled at the second content I brought from the bag
I couldn't help but smile widely at him. I ran to give him a tight hug
"What for?"
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I hugged him and he pecked my hair
"Enough please. Start feeding me the pizza already." He laughed
"Gladly" I said, scooping a big portion of ice cream and stuffing it in my mouth. I picked a slice of pizza and hold it out for him to bite. "How big is your mouth" I laughed when he ate almost everything with just a bite
"Big enough to eat you" He rinsed his hand and began to do his magic with his ingredients.
"Pervert!" I rolled my eyes and went to lick my ice cream. I barely paid attention to the 3 remaining pizza. I just watched the beautiful human in the kitchen cooking
"Take a picture, it lasts longer" He said, stirring the things in his pot. I still don't know what he's cooking
"Good idea" I picked my phone from the table in the parlour, I don't know how it got there but anyway. I took a couple of photos
"Jeez, girl! I wasn't serious!" He frowned at me and my phone and I snapped, not holding my laugh back. "CEO of Blackwood being roasted! Cool caption right?"
"Don't you dare!" He warned and snatched my ice cream from the island, not forgetting to tune the gas to a low heat
"Okay fine! Not my ice cream" I pout and drop my phone on the island
"Better" He pushed the ice cream to me and took a slice of pizza again, opening the fridge to take milk and orange juice. He turned off the gas and picked two flat plates
I placed my two palm on my eyes to blur my vision
"Why are you closing your eyes?" He asked.
"I want to be surprised. Duh!" I said, smiling at my childishness
"Weirdo"
"Dumb ass" I threw back at him
"Open"
"Hold on! I need to do it slowly" I said and began to remove my hands
"Wait.." he said and i closed my eyes immediately.
"Better be certain" I yelled
"Okay, open" He said and I started slowly again only to be told to wait and then open again and then wait again
"You're messing with me. I am certain now" I opened my eyes fast and all the strangling of someone's neck thought I had in mind had vanished. "Wow!!!!!" I smiled and brought one plate up to my nose. "Smells nice!". I took a fork and digged in. "Hmmm! Tastes even better" I moaned
"Jollof spaghetti. Learnt it in one of my visit to my aunt in Nigeria. It's the best" He said, digging into his own food
"Indeed, I like how the sauce entered into the spaghetti. How did you do it? Then the carrots are not very tender. It's delicious. Did you learn other Nigerian dishes?" I asked, not stoping to look at him. I was enjoying my meal
"Well, I did learn Jollof Rice and Few soups I found interesting. Especially fisherman soup. They mess their hands up when eating soup and semovita or wheat or cassava flakes aka garri but that's the sweetness and that's what makes it more fun, I tell you" He smiled. I could hear it
"Well, you're going to cook those ones and teach me right? I'd like to go to Nigeria too" I said
"My aunt would be coming in next month. For her sons graduation here. Maybe you can come over if you're not too busy for her delicious meals. You should try her native goat head sauce. I can't pronounce the name but it is nice with this periwinkle in it" He laughed
"How are you related to her?" I can't help but ask.
"She's my mother's half sister. They're like besties. My maternal grandmother after giving birth to my mom with her white husband here and divorced, went to Nigeria to visit her friend and fell in love with the place and got married to another man and gave birth to my aunt and her brothers." He sipped his orange juice. "Then my mom always went to Nigeria for holiday. That's how she got close to my aunt. My aunt and her siblings too always come here for moms family function too, only on invitation."
"How are Nigerians?" I smiled at him, after finishing my food
"They're too much. In a good way though. They're more outspoken and wild and loving and are great risk takers. Regardless, they're wonderful." He shrugged.
"That's beautiful. Don't forget to call me when your aunt arrives" I picked our plates and took them to the sink for washing.
I felt too full.
This man was my dream man. A man that cooks.