CHAPTER 32
I get up from the couch as I say, "Okay, enough of tiring talk. Now, I need to eat. So, help me out in the kitchen."
He grins at me and nods as we head towards the kitchen. I take a knife and a chopping board from the shelf, as I place it on the kitchen counter.
"Lucas, take out some chicken breasts from the fridge, will you?" I absent mindedly tell him, as I cut some onions.
Suddenly, I lose focus and the knife drives through my index finger, and blood oozes out. Lucas comes running to me, and pales after seeing the wound.
"Dammit! Is there one single thing on this planet which you can do properly? Jeez, look at the cut!" He frowns at me.
"Yeah, I can. The sex." I arch an eyebrow at him as I smirk.
"Stop it!" He playfully smacks my chest with his hand.
Finally, the cut disappears. Oh, the vervain's effects are decreasing and my healing powers are almost back! Viola!
"How....? I don't —" He's gaping at me.
"Vampire." I reply, as colour comes back to his cheeks. I place the garlic on my chopping board and fetch the knife, as Lucas snatches the knife away from me.
What gives? Give me back the knife!
"You're a bad vegetable chopper. I'm going to do it myself." He's glowering at me.
"Lucas, the cut is gone." I try to reason out with him.
"I said no." He snaps.
Okay, okay fine. The ball is in your court. I hold my hands up in surrender as I give in.
He chops the vegetables, one by one, as I sit on the barstool ogling him.
"Jesus, what are you looking at?" He asks.
"It's called gazing. You chop, I'll look at you." I grin at him.
He smiles back, as he makes a delicious chicken stir fry. I lick my lips in appreciation. This looks delicious.
"Place the food on the table, and I'll fetch us some wine." I hold out a white wine bottle and I pour some into two glasses. I mixed some blood in mine, as left his one as it is.
I bring the two glasses as I place them on the dinning table. We finish our food in silence, as I wipe my lips with a napkin.
"I need to go out and fetch something." Lucas states.
Really? Now? It's 9:46 pm. It's not safe.
"Why? If it's urgent I can come with you." I offer.
"No! I don't need babysitting." He argues.
"What if something happens to you?" I scowl.
"Nothing will happen to me. I'll be back, soon. I promise." He sounds serious.
But what if Ryder's men are still out there? I can't play with his life.
"Fine. Call Luke to take you." I frown.
"That's fine with me." He gives me a quick kiss, as he gets in the elevator and disappears.
While he's out, I should check my emails.
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From : Natalie Smith
Subject : Interview
Date : June 15, 2012 08:47
Sir,
I hope Mr. Carter is well now. I heard what happened from Luke. I wish him a speedy recovery. And, Jessica Fox will interview you at 9:30 am sharp, tomorrow.
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I frown at the computer screen. I loathe interviews. Tricky paparazzi, looking for gossip and ill informed people asking inane questions. I hate this.
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From : Damian Godfrey
Subject : Interview
Date : June 13, 2012 22:08
To : Natalie Smith
Natalie,
Yes, Mr. Carter is fine now. And yes, I'll do the interview.
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I don't even know why I agreed to do this interview. This sours my whole mood. Fucking bullshit. That's when the ping of the elevator distracts me and Lucas strides in the foyer. Finally, he's back.