29. Day Two Updated Plan

Right at 8:09 AM, the man of the house and the king of my hell, comes striding in with a face like a magazine’s cover.
Wet hair combed behind his ears nicely, with the first two buttons undone of his white shirt, which hugs his beastly shoulders elegantly.
*Why so shiny? Did he shower for Vogue?*
Dakota keeps the jacket of his navy blue suit along with a matching tie on the counter and sits in front of me with his multi-millionaire CEO demeanor.
*So, he is going to the office today.*
“Your omelette with toast.” I lean on, sliding the porcelain plate towards him and a whiff of his fresh musky cologne hits my nose, which somehow pleases my lungs. They like it.
Dakota stares at his not-so-burnt omelette then looks up at me. I smile.
“And an expresso for the depresso.” I purr while pushing a cup of de-cafed coffee under his dark circles.
Avocado eyes narrow at me and I hear his jaw clench. “Funny.” He grits bitterly.
“Yeah.. Which you are not!” I smirk sarcastically then take a sip from my rich, milky and sweet coffee.
Dakota looks at me like a sharpener looks at a pencil, almost ready to razor-peel my ass. His keen eyes drop to the bedsheet on my body and he scowls away, before taking a bite.
“How’s the omelette?” I ask him eagerly as he takes another loud gulp. His gaze doesn’t budge from the tablet as he replies plainly, “Eatable.”
I scoff. *At least it is edible!*
I squint my judge-y eyes and study the calm maniac in front of me. He woke up early to hide my clothes, showered and got ready in just ten minutes and now he is having breakfast while reading news from his iPad together to save time. *How?*
How can someone be a perfectionist and psychotic at the same time? *It is scientifically impossible!*
He is weird and unpredictable, like the weather of Seattle. Sunny in the morning and intense thunderstorm in the night.
You might never know what climate is surfing in his head, *unless you test it!*
“You know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” I wait for him to react, but his spinach eyes stay glued to his iPad as he pretends to be deaf.
“Only if it is not poisoned..”
I whisper almost inaudibly and his eyes snap up, piercing through me like a sword. Oh boy! It’s definitely not sunny.
Dakota stares at me darkly with his *I-hide-dead-bodies-with-my-one-hand* gaze.
“Emara. Come here.”
Three words and I feel my soul leaving.
*Oh shit!*
Dakota keeps his iPad down and gives me his full predatory attention. And suddenly, everything in me wants to rebel. I want to run away to the other side, change my name, change my hair colour and get on a plane to Madagascar.
But the way his eyes stalk me, I know he will attack me like an animal, the moment I’ll show him my back. With little steps, I cross the counter and stand in front of the big-*psychotic*-wolf.
Dakota takes my hands in his rough palms and looks deep into my eyes. His thumb gently brushes on my knuckles as he feels their pointed peak.
*What is he doing? Are we going to read our vows now?*
“Emara.. I have trust in you that you won’t poison me.” His voice soft, completely opposite to his stone-cutting gaze.
“Really?” I ask him with surprise.
“Yes.” He nods his head and tightens his grip on my hands. “Because there is no such item in the house.”
“There is shampoo.” I murmur quietly.
“Hmm.. But Eve would have reported to me that you had brought a chemical into the kitchen which doesn’t belong here.” He acknowledges me.
*What? The fuck!*
My eyes widen and I stare at him like a villager who doesn’t know technology exists. *This Eve is a spying bitch!*
“Now tell me, do you know how to tie a tie?” Dakota asks me. His hands surprisingly feel comfortably warm around mine, like a cosy blanket in the night of a cold winter.
“No.” I shake my head slowly.
“Learn.”
*What?*
The warmth of his hands replace by a tablet and a tie, and I blink at him in surprise.
“You have three minutes to learn to knot a tie.” His tone leaves no room for argument as he orders me like a boss.
This is the most weirdest thing I have observed in Dakota that suddenly, halfway through the conversation, his personality changes, almost as if you are talking to someone else.
I gulp, feeling highly anxious as I approach him. I feel like a newborn sea-horse who doesn’t know how to swim or react, and here he is asking me to tie his tie.
My eyes look at his collars and I was today years old when I realize he has such a beautiful neck, with a manly Adam’s apple in the center and god! he smells so good.
The intestines in my stomach tightens as I notice his full, unflinched attention on me. His eyes follow my every move as I fumble with loops while trying to follow the steps in the video.
But things quickly go wrong. The tie tangle and knot weirdly and before I even know, the soft fabric is now a hopeless tangle of fabric on his neck.
* *Beep* *Beep* *
His watch makes some noise of notification and he instantly slap it shut. My heartbeat rises as Dakota looks down at his tie, then looks up at me, darkly.
“You are good for nothing.” He spats furiously as he snaps open the tie and I flinch back with his sudden movement.
“You don’t know how to cook, how to clean, how to tie, you are average in studies and ok-ish in bed. What you are good at, huh?” He asks raising his demonic brows at me.
*What did this motherfucker say?*