Baked Goods

9. cherry bonbons

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Malachi burst into the kitchen, making me flinch violently. He gave me one weird look before he motioned for Cliff.

"Pack them up." He turned to me. "What is wrong with you?"

I looked up at him from my spot on the kitchen floor. Cliff had presented me with two options;

1. Confess to Malachi of my sin.

2. Writhe in guilt for the rest of my life.

None of them seemed good enough. I only liked choices when all of them were extremely in my favour. I wanted my life to be great... not the adequate mess it was right now.

"She's been like this ever since this morning when I caught her trying to eat a special brownie."

"Please," I begged. "It tasted like matcha."

"There is something about you that disturbs me greatly," Malachi told me just as Tsu entered the kitchen to witness my humiliation.

"I don't think that's it," Tsu had a teasing glint in his eyes as he regarded Malachi. "I don't think she disturbs you in the way you want to believe she disturbs you."

"How do I disturb him? Mentally? Emotionally?" I wondered.

"Physically," Tsu grinned.

"Biologically," Cliff added, making Tsu burst out laughing.

"Leave," Malachi ordered. "And don't let the door hit you on the way out."

When they left they made sure to avoid the door hitting them. It was very cute. They were like obedient dogs and Malachi was their owner. Did I have a furry kink?

"Whatever you're thinking–"

"Do you have a fu–"

"Don't," he finished, levelling me with a look which made me physically unable to open my mouth.

I was an obedient female dog.

"I was just going to ask if I can go to Greggs for lunch," I mumbled, standing up from the floor so I could assert some dominance.

The special brownie currently being digested by my stomach was making me very brave. I felt like I could scream in Malachi's face to be as nice to me as he was when he complimented my pottery and caused a horde of butterflies to wreak havoc in my stomach.

"No, you cannot," he stated firmly. "Normally, I don't control people's dietary habits but it's been a month and you've eaten nothing but that goddamn toast."

"It's called a toastie," I corrected.

He pretended he was deaf. "Eat something else."

"Let me go to Greggs."

"No."

"Obey me," I asserted, smiling slyly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He pretended to appear genuinely befuddled.

"It's the special brownie."

He rolled his eyes. "Right."

"It is," I insisted.

"The one you ate had matcha in it. Don't be stupid."

"I'm not stupid. You're stupid."

"Nice," he commented. "Real mature."

"Thank you," I smiled shyly.

He sighed exasperatedly before motioning towards the stove. "Didn't you win Lemonberry bakeoff? Cook something. Or better yet, bring lunch from now on. It'll save you money."