42. The Morning After.

[Luke]
I got up before Claire did, I was used to getting up pretty early, she had a calendar on her nightstand so I checked through it to see if she had any plans for the day.
I was glad to see that she didn't have plans and I smiled because I wanted her to spend the day in my arms.
I stood up from the bed, careful not to wake her up, I stood over her, watching her sleep and I couldn't deny my feelings any longer.
Unconsciously, I had fallen in love again.
This time it felt very real and strong and it also felt very scary. I wanted to tell her the truth about me yesterday but she hadn't allowed me to say anything.
Claire was the best woman I'd ever met and I was happy that she was mine, she was very beautiful and she had an amazing body but that wasn't the only reason why I loved her.
She was kind, honest and sincere. She didn't seem to care about money and her feelings for me were genuine. She was also very innocent and quite shy, that combination drove me crazy the most.
Sometimes I wondered if she wasn't aware of the power she had over me and guys in general. She made heads turn whenever shebwalked into a room and I saw the look other guys gave her. I wondered how she managed to stay innocent till now and I was glad that I would be her first.
When I first met her, the only thing I could think about was entering her and burying myself deep between her thighs but now that I had her, I wasn't in a hurry to make her completely mine.
I wanted to take my time with her, I loved her birthday day response to my touches and I loved pleasuring her, her facial expressions, her moans, every little thing about her brought me so much pleasure without even fucking her.
She stirred in her sleep and I smiled widely, she looked thoroughly mussed, her red hair looked like fire scattered around her, her plump lips looked so red and full from my kisses.
I walked out of the room carefully so I would not wake her up and I entered the kitchen.
I examined her fridge and decided to make her some toast and omelette. I didn't know how to cook much but I could make breakfast meals. When I was in America I picked up a lot of things and cooking was one of them.
"What are you doing?"
I turned back to see Claire standing by the doorway. I smirked when I noticed that she was wearing my shirt and my eyes darkened when I saw her exposed thighs.
I remembered how she tasted and I forced my gaze up to her face, her nipples stood at attention under my shirt and I felt my dick twitch and harden under the table.
"Good morning sweetheart." I flashed her a smile when I was done eye fucking her.
"Good morning." She blushed and looked away from me, apparently she had also been eye fucking me while I was doing the same to her.
"I don't get a dear or a sweetheart?" I pouted like a little child, teasing her.
"What are you doing, babe?" She asked shyly, biting her lower lip.
That was it for me.
I pulled her closer to me and sealed her lips with mine, I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and I smiled when she moaned and opened her mouth to me.
I plunged my tongue in and kissed her till she was breathless.
"I'm making breakfast." I breathed out, resting my head on hers.
"What are you making?" She asked me, breathing softly.
"I'm making toast and omelette." I told her and she smiled excitedly.
"Oh, I love omelettes." She beamed. "Can I help you?"
"No, just sit right there and wait for your food, I've got this." I told her.
"I'll just make coffee." She said and moved to the coffee maker.
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[Claire]
As I waited for the coffee,I kept looking behind me as if I didn't recognize the man in my kitchen.
When I woke up alone I felt a pang of pain in my gut but when I found his shirt, I felt better because I knew that he hadn't left.
I out on his shirt and went out of the room to find him, I imagined that I would find him somewhere doing some pull ups or some kind of workout he could do in my house but I was shocked when I found him in the kitchen.
French men were very different from American men I decided, not that I knew a lot of American men, the only man I really knew was Ivan and even I didn't know him that well but I knew that he wasn't the type of man who would make breakfast while his woman was sleeping in bed.
"What's wrong?" Jean's question pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Why?"
"You keep staring at me." He said and my face colored.
"Oh, I'm just surprised you can cook." I told him.
"I guess there's a lot you don't know about me." He replied smugly. "I picked it up when I studied in America."
"Wait what? You studied in America, I didn't know that."
"Oh, I thought I told you, I went to Harvard university in Boston." He told me and my mouth opened in shock.
"I went to Harvard business school." I told him.
"Wow, what a coincidence." He seemed a bit uncomfortable but I was just shocked.
"I know right."
I wanted to set the table for breakfast because I didn't know what else to do as I watched him, his omelettes seemed a bit fancy as he added some greens and vegetables that I wouldn't have bothered with, I wondered what would have happened if Jean and I had met in Boston and somehow I tried to think if I had ever come across anyone like him before.
"How do you like your toasts?" He asked me.
"Um buttered." I said and he smiled.
"Good choice."
"Where are you going with those?" He asked, pointing to the plates I had in hand.
"Oh, I wanted to set the table." I responded.
"There's no need for that, we can eat right here." He said, gesturing to the kitchen island.
Okay."I smiled and dropped the plates.
Honestly, I ate most of my meals in the kitchen, I wanted to impress him and that was why I wanted to set the table.
"Um, the eggs taste divine." I moaned.
"Really, you like them?" He asked.
"Yes, they're absolutely delicious." I took another bite and moaned again.
I could not believe it, the explosion of flavor in my mouth whenever I took a bite was more tasty than anything I could have made.
"This is really so good." I commended him and he chuckled.
"I'm glad you like it, I like a woman that can eat." He said.
"Oh, I can eat." I blurted out and looked into his eyes.
His eyes darkened as he watched my mouth and that was when I realized that he wasn't talking about food.
The tension in the air turned up immediately and I clasped my legs together underneath the table.
"Coffee's great but don't I already know that." He took a sip and smiled at me, easing the tension in the air.
I smiled back at him and my smile fell when I remembered that my father also loved my coffee, he did not permit me to cook because we had maids but he made sure I knew how to make a decent cup of coffee because he said it would be useful for me to help my husband.
I eventually learned to make more than a decent cup of coffee and he always loved drinking my coffee and I made it just the way he liked it.
The house phone rang all of a sudden and we both looked up from our meal.
"Who could that be?" I asked no one in particular.
"Might be work." He offered as I stood up from the table.
It might be work but I hoped it was not, I was in no mood for Mr Anders to yell at me this morning, I was in a good mood and I didn't want him to ruin it.
"Hello." I spoke into the receiver and nearly threw it down when the other person replied.
"Claire, my child, is that you?"
"Father." I gasped.
"Please don't hang up on me child, I'm so sorry, Ivan is on his way to pick you up, please follow him and come back, I miss you." He pleaded.
I stood stunned, unable to grasp what he was saying.
"What are you talking about, what do you mean Ivan is coming to pick me?"
"Yes, you don't need to pack anything, just leave with him, you can buy all you need here."
"What are you saying, I'm not leaving." I yelled.