CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 35

My world stop it’s rotation, the feel of the kiss is so perfection. I don't even know what to feel. I feel so happy? And complete? I know it’s a lot to say.

But this feeling isn't like those that I felt even from my very first love.

If feelings could create rainbow, I think I might have made some. We’re both in one motion.

Then he stops. "I'm really sorry, Love. I..I" then he rakes his hair. "Please forgive me." Then he touches my arms.

Me being in a state of I don't know, still answered him. "It’s okay."

"Really. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to.." Then I cut him off with my pointing finger on his lips.

"Just don't apologize. I may have to think that it’s not good. That I have a very bad breath." I said smiling. I need to put some humors or else, I won't be able to speak.

He chuckles. "You have a good breath. A steak to be precise" He replied, grinning. Then I smack his arms. "You are so bad." I replied.

Then he stood up and offered his hands to assist me to stand.

"Come on. I'll cook something for you." He said.

"You know how to cook?" I asked surprisingly.

"Not because I own this penthouse and the Triumph's corporation doesn't mean I don't know how to cook. I was once a poor guy." He said, shrugged.
"I was a bartender, remember?" He added.
Then that hit’s me. Oh yes! Him, being a bartender. The one that the girl on the Emerald's said.

"I'm sorry." Then I looked away.

"I'm really not accustomed of you being a bartender. I'm more used to that big boss on the company, the total bachelor and let's not forget those models that have been lining for you outside." I said, humored.

He chuckles. "I thought you'll say that I’m just used to the hot guy that I am." He said.

Then I make a face. "Oh! Are you?" I asked teasingly. "I think you might have to change your dressing room's mirror, so you’d see." I said, giving him a tongue.

"You don't think I'm hot?" He asked while he holds my two arms. "I might have to kiss you one more time so you would know and feel how hot I am."

He said, putting a little act like closing his eyes and feel something.

His face move closer to me as if he is about to kiss me. "Okay. Fine. You're hot." Then he laughs and unhold my arms.

"Come on. Let's go to that magical kitchen of yours." I said, giving him my hand to help me stand. He is smiling like ear to ear.

Then a pillar faced me.

"What are you cooking?" I asked as I sit down on his kitchen chair.

"That's a secret." Then he smirks. Oh my goodness! That smirk doesn't get old. Then I rolled my eyes.

He started to slice onions when I stood up and went beside him.

"Do you need help?" I offered.

"No."

"You really know how to cook, huh?"

He looks at me and laughs.

"I won't be burning this food or this apartment if it’s what you’re worrying about." Then he smiles. His eyes are a little more serious. "But really. Just sit there, be comfortable." He added and I shrug and sat down.

I watch him as his muscles flexes as he sauté.

I didn't know my phone is ringing until Emerson told me.

When I look at who is it? I groaned.

"Megan." I said on the other line.

When Emerson heard the name of the caller, he turns around and looks at me.

"I went to your apartment but you're not there. So here's the thing. I delivered you an invitation for my wedding day. Be sure to come." Then as she made her speech, she hangs up on me. How dare she?!

Then when I put down the phone, Emerson immediately ran to my seat and leveled me. He is kneeling with his two knees.

"What did she say?" He asks with full of concern.

"They'll be getting married and guess what? She sent me an invitation." I exclaimed.

He doesn't say anything; he just hugs me and caresses my back.

"Don't worry; you won't be coming to that wedding without me." Then he looks at my eyes. "I'll come with you." He added.

"No, that’s not necessary. I won't come, anyway." I replied, looking away.

"Not coming is a sign that you are not brave and strong enough to face them. Do you remember when you stood up for yourself when they went in your apartment?" Then I nods.
"That. You need it so people would see that you're already moved on." He added.

He hugs me one more time and I felt like home.

"I have a favor to ask." He said.

Then I made a gesture for him to go on. "Let me escort you." He asked and all I can do is to nod.

"I'm starving." The only thing that comes to my mouth is food. He chuckles.

"Okay. Let me just drain the pasta." He said as he stood up.
"Are youuuu???? Cooking lasagna? Spaghetti?" I exclaimed. My excitement can't hide at this time because I just smelled the sauce.

Talking about mood swing

"Meat ball pasta" He simply stated.

It sounds good. I am really a fan of pasta. Any kind of pasta. But lasagna and spaghetti are the two best for me.

When he placed it on the table and when I look at it, I just want to fork it all and put it on my mouth.

"Do you need handkerchief? I think you're mouth is watering." Emerson teases. I didn't say anything, it’s really my weakness. The red sauce on it.

"Since, you cannot speak," he said while he put plates on the table where I am sitting. "Here, use this. Eat." Then like a child, I nodded and didn't wait for him to go first, I get the serving spoon and put it on my plate. I also tried to put the meatballs he cooked.

He laughs. "I think I'll just watch you to finish it.” He said as he chuckles. Then I shrugged.

When the first fork landed on my mouth, I feel the urge to close my eyes and appreciate how it tastes and it is so tasty.

"It’s really delicious." I said, looking at him and again putting another on my mouth.

"Thank you." He replied. He's just watching me eat. The grin on his face never left.

"What? Why are you grinning at me like that?" I asked.
"Nothing" He replied as he put some of the pasta on his plate and starts to eat as well.

"Can I have some of it?" I asked. "I mean, to take home?" I added shyly.

He laughs. "You're blushing because of food? I might have to invite you every day and cook pasta for you so I can see that blush over and over again. “He said.”And yes, yes of course you can have it all." He added.

"Really?!" I exclaimed. Then I stand up and hugged him. "Thank you. This is so good." I said.

"The hug? Or the food?" He teases and that made me jerk away from him and he chuckles.

"The food of course." I said, shrugging.