Chapter 69

MELISSA'S POV
Two kisses in a row sounds surreal right? Yes, that was exactly how I was feeling as I pressed my lips to Daniel's. Sometimes, in movies, time would end up changing so many things about a relationship and even if this wasn't exactly really a relationship, I still expected time to leave it's print.
It must have been a surprise to him cause I felt him stiffen for a little bit and then he eased up into it and wrapped his arms around me. All the chaos, all the fights, all the noise, it even went as far as the voices in my head, everything went off as I stood in the kitchen, clinging to my first love, Daniel Fletcher.
'You can't tell me you would rather cook for me?" I smiled up at Daniel as he offered to make me breakfast. It wasn't exactly morning but we both hadn't had anything to eat all morning and I was starving.
Daniel's smile was so beautiful as he drew me closer, 'Just because you're a chef, doesn't mean someone else can't cook for you, Lisa" he answered with a little nibble on my ear. I knew it wasn't right to be allowing a man that wasn't my husband, hold and kiss me the way Daniel had but my husband had been cheating on me. There wasn't any right or wrong between us anymore.
I laughed at his response, 'People do cook for me, Dan" I argued. Lisa and Dan, those were the names we called each other back in highschool, funny how 10 years later and with the aid of an abusive husband, those names had come back to life.
'People do. The people you hire to cook in your restaurant. I am not them" he said with conviction. Of course he wasn't, none of them could make my stomach feel so giddy like him.
Hunger won in the end and our argument was cut short as I suggested we grab a bite at the restaurant instead. Daniel had looked at me like I had teased him with his favorite toy and then locked it up somewhere. Why did men turn to children whenever they were refused something? Crazy part was, I didn't even do that.
The doctor had advised me to rest the leg but he didn't say I wasn't allowed to move around. Besides, I was just going to sit and watch Daniel whip up his best item to please a critic chef like me. What was the harm in that? I just had to make sure Amber knew nothing about the arrangement or all hell would break loose.
The drive to the restaurant was both smooth and lively, Daniel kept on driving slowly like our lives depended on it and I kept on pushing him to increase the speed, driving faster wasn't going to affect my injury, why was he so slow?
'I really thought Eve James was going to end up winning Prom queen, you know but when your name was called..." I listened as he brought up a memory from way back in time. Unlike Amber who never wanted to engage in reminiscing, I enjoyed taking a trip down memory lane.
'I knew it was going to be me, cheerleaders are the ones who cast the most votes in such elections and I just so happened to be one of them" I proudly said and I was rewarded with one of Daniel's famous smiles.
In highschool, survival depends on strategy, connections and beauty and I had all of them when I entered the race for prom queen. The total diva and valedictorian of Oxford Oaks high, was running for prom queen also and she made it clear she wasn't going to lose. Jokes on her though, she lost.
Daniel gave me a quick look as he focused on the road, 'You planned the whole thing?!" He asked in awe. Before I answered, I gave a quick laugh, I hadn't planned the whole thing, well, I planned a bit of it but Amber was the strategist and the reason I won.
'Amber did most of the planning" I responded and he gave me a wider look of awe. Apparently, it is harder to believe Amber planned it than to believe I did.
'Amber Swift, miss shy and chaste, drafted out your prom plans?!" The excitement in his voice was everything to me, I just nodded. I had had the same expression on my face when she told me she had a plan that would help me beat the diva valedictorian, Eva James and 10 years later, I had the prom queen's crown in my closet at home.
The restaurant was way more crowded than I had anticipated and with everyone fussing over me to take a seat and rest my foot, I sat propped on one of the couches which had been moved to the main dining hall, watching Daniel Fletcher serve people. Who would have thought a billionaire CEO like Daniel Fletcher would be wearing an apron at a 3 star restaurant serving customers while making a dish for me? Whats stopping you from dreaming?
Five minutes after convincing Amber over the phone that I was fine and everything was being taken care of, I was about to taste the spaghetti Daniel had made for me when I got an unexpected visit from my runaway abusive husband.
'He just wants to talk, I'll be fine" I had said reassuringly to Daniel as he stood towering over me as Ken looked at him in utter disbelief. Turns out he didn't know his boss had a thing for me and we were acquainted with one another. Convincing Daniel to leave us alone was hard but resisting the urge to stab Ken as he went on ranting instead of apologizing was hard.
Anyways, if I had been rethinking the whole process of divorcing Ken Duke after Amber emphasized on it, I had completed made up my mind by the end of the night. There was no saving this marriage, I was going to serve him the papers as soon as I get them done.