Chapter ninety five

Dallas

I squinted my eyes, adjusting it to the sudden brightness in the room. I rolled over to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel some hardness but met nothing.

Had I imagined everything that happened last night? Did he not spend the night in my room? Had everything been a dream?

My eyes flung opened and immediately scanned the room. He wasn't in the room but his scent was everywhere. His watch was lying on my nightstand along with his cufflinks.

The sight brought a smile on my face. I blushed hard as memories of last night crowded my brain. After Oliver agreed to all my terms yesterday, he went ahead to show me how good we were together in different positions. We were up until two in the morning. I fell asleep immediately after showering and slept in his shirt.

He insisted I wore his shirt or sleep naked next to him. He'd told me many times how good I looked in his shirt and I couldn't argue with him. There's this strange sense of comfort I get when I wear his clothes.

I had fallen asleep last night, completely certain of my secret agenda. I was going to save him just as he saved me.

My eyes darted to the wall clock and I gasped. It was eleven o clock. I had no idea I slept for that long. I needed to see Oliver before he leaves the house. For some reasons, he doesn't work from his home office anymore.

I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When i was done, I walked out of the room. I went to his room first but he wasn't inside. Maybe he left for work.

I tried not to acknowledge the tinge of dissapointment that I didn't see him before he left. It's not like he moved out of the country. I'll see him again in a few hours.

I decided to grab something to eat before figuring out what to do for the rest of the day. I didn't get to eat dinner last night because we were in bed all night.

I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard the sound of something shattering. I rushed inside, afraid that Heather accidentally dropped something and hurt herself. But that wasn't what happened.

My jaws dropped as I took in the scene before me. What the–

“Well, that's unfortunate.” Oliver said, shaking his head as he stared at the shattered glasses on the tiled floor.

But I was too shocked to tear my gaze away from him. I couldn't quite comprehend the sight of him like that.

Oliver Kang was in a friggin’ apron???

Holy mother of dragons!!

Am I dreaming right now? I blinked my eyes repeatedly but he was still there.

Or maybe I entered another dimension and this is his doppelganger. The person I'm staring at is completely different from the Oliver I know.

He was staring at me with an eyebrow raised, his hands angled at his sides. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and cargo shorts, an apron tied around his waist. His hair was disheveled and finger raked.

His clothes was covered with flour and there were oil stains all over the kitchen. The sight of him like that was so normal yet so endearing at the same time. There was no sight of the business-like, always composed Oliver everyone knew. I must admit, normal looks really good on him.

He took long strides towards me and spanked my ass hard then squeezed it softly. I flinched slightly.

“Incase you think you're dreaming. You're not.” he said casually.

He pulled me towards himself and placed a kiss on my forehead. The scent of flour and egg immediately hit my nostrils.

“Good morning, little monkey.” He pulled away, and I got a full view of his face. He had a bright smile on.

Nope, definitely not dreaming. This is the same Oliver Kang. The man I'm madly in love with.

“You're supposed to pinch my arm to jolt me out of my shock not spank my ass.” I tried to feign annoyance but ended up smiling.

“Well, I like my method better. The results were faster and more effective.”

I shook my head and pulled away from his embrace. I finally dragged my gaze around the kitchen. Turns out the oil stains were the least of my worries. The whole place was a mess. I never thought I would associate Oliver with the word ‘mess’ but here we are. It looks like a catering shop threw up in here.

“I'm just gonna ask, what happened here?”

“Oh, long story. Where should I start?” He rubbed his chin with his fingers and pretended to be deep in thoughts.

“You better start talking, mister.” I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“You're not helping me remember by looking so damn hot.” He smirked and took a step closer to me.

I immediately backed up a few steps and stretched my arm out before he could get any closer.

“Nope, you're not getting out of this until you tell me what happened.” I shook my head.

“Argh! Fine.” He sighed. “I tried cooking but it's clearly not my forte. It turned out to be a huge disaster. It's unnerving to know there's something I suck at.”

Well, disaster is one word for it.
“Why were you trying to cook anyway when you clearly don't know how to? Thinking of abandoning your empire and becoming a chef?”

I wasn't a great chef either but, oh my god, he was terrible at cooking.

“I wanted to make something for you. You went to bed on an empty stomach and that was my fault. I figured you would be hungry when you wake up.”

My heart melted and it took everything not to jump on him right there. The gesture was so sweet and thoughtful.

“You were making breakfast for me?” I found myself asking.

He nodded.
“I tried to bake your favorite cake but it was a complete mess so I ordered instead. So I thought to fix us with a simple breakfast. French toast. Well, you can see how that went.”

I followed his line of sight to the pile of burnt toast on the kitchen counter.

“And those are your failed attempts?”

I tried not to gasp at the amount of breads wasted.

“I like to think of them as my stepping stone to success.” He grinned.

He walked towards the counter and picked up a plate with some freshly toasted breads.

“Here, try this.” He handed it to me.

I grabbed one and took a bite from it. I was going to eat it whether it's horrible or not. He went through so much trouble to make them for me.

But to my surprise, they weren't bad.

“Wow, they taste so good.” I took another bite.

“I guess I was quick to call YouTube a horrible teacher. I'm glad you like it.” he grinned widely.

“You made this by watching YouTube videos.”

I could never perfect a recipe by watching a video. Lisa had to personally grill some recipes into me before I could make them correctly.

Is there anything this man cannot do?

“Yes. I was about to call Sebastian Walker to come teach me directly. But he was on a vacation.” He said it so nonchalantly that I gasped.

“You want to call the owner of a five star restaurant to come teach you how to make french toast?”

“The videos weren't helping. And he owes me for the shit his catering staffs did in my kitchen that made me fire them.”

He was referring to when he caught two of the caterers making out in the kitchen.

“Oh my God, it was months ago. Let it go already.” I rolled my eyes. “Why didn't you just ask Heather?” I took a large bite of the toast. It was really good. No kidding.

“I gave her the day off. She didn't seem so happy about it, but I wanted us to have the day to ourselves.”

“Don't you have to go to work?” I ask, discreetly holding my breath for his response.

“I own the company. I can decide not to go.” He shrugged and I released the breath I was holding.

“There is no one else in this house except us. Nothing is getting in our way today.”

I smiled. It was nice to know I could have one free day with him where I don't have to worry about anything. No Jenna. No intrusive thoughts about being the other woman in his life. Just us enjoying ourselves.

“So how do you plan to spend the day?” I asked.

“I can only think of one way and it involves you, out of the shirt and in my bed. So it's left to you to decide how we spend the day. Or we could spend it my way.”

“Nope, I'm still sore. Also, we need to clean this mess.” I gestured towards the kitchen.

“Yeah definitely.” He said, but his eyes didn't leave mine.

“Don't even think about it. Pervert.” I pointed at him and giggled. I grabbed a towel and some 0pcleaning supplies. I threw one at him.

“Start cleaning.”

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. I went silent too. That's when I heard the sounds of heels approaching.

“Whoever that is, is dead already.” Oliver groaned and stalked out of the kitchen. I followed behind closely, halting a few steps when I saw who it was.

“Mum?” Oliver called, his tone laced with surprise.