Homecoming

Chapter 12

"Is that you again?" inside the villa I came across Max, whose gaze burned me with the force of an incendiary bomb.

"Were you expecting someone else?" I dug myself up and walked closer to him.

"Even my mother-in-law, who hates me from the bottom of my heart, would please me more than you do at this moment," he said venomously.

"He probably has a good reason for that, don't you think?" I replied indifferently and walked past him to the refrigerator to put the rice sauce I had brought them.

"Damn old man," his chin ached.

"It's a matter of opinion," I replied without looking at him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with great exertion.

"What am I doing here?" I repeated the question after him. "I had no idea I was allowed to enter the villa only if it suited you." I had known him for some day, so I knew I could afford to say it out loud.

He frowned, obviously irritated by my answer. To escape his critical gaze, I turned my back on him and looked at the contents of the refrigerator.

"It only happened twice," he growled, crossing his fighting arms over his chest. "Besides, I thought we were friends."

"Friends?" I laughed. "And since then."

"Since the day the children introduced us," he insisted.

"Ah," I looked at him skeptically. "But friendship is a little different than it is."

"Fine," he rolled his eyes. "I may not have meant the true nature of friendship, but at least we're friends."

"Then why do I feel like you only take note of me when you need something from me? For example, how to put children up for the night or arrange for them to be taken after a match? " I raised an eyebrow.

"God, don't start with that," he said in a warning tone.

"But it's true," I glared at him. "You only take me as an intrusive and uncomfortable woman."

"A woman?" he laughed throatly. "Rather an old nasty old-fashioned old woman."

"So this statement of yours is a long way from the definition of friendship," I splashed icy in his face.

I wanted to punch him in the nose, but of course I couldn't do that anymore. Although I longed for it.

"I'm going to ask you something now," I walked close to him and stuck a finger in the middle of his chest in warning. Thankfully he was wearing a T-shirt today, because otherwise I wouldn't be able to formulate my idea normally. "Is digging into people your content in life? Do you have any special pleasures? "

"Pleasure?" he snorted mockingly. "Honey, I imagine it a little differently."

The golden-brown eyes that drank into mine shone. Anyone else could say that only an unreadable expression was reflected in them, but I knew very well what the glow in them meant. It was clear to me that he was angry with me, but for what?

"So what are you doing here today?" he broke the unnerving silence between us.

"I came for the children," I replied nicely.

I wondered if my emotions would always spiral out of control when I was near him. Just looking at him always turned me on, and he didn't even have to open his mouth.

"It occurred to me right away that you didn't come to please me," he smiled enchantingly, taking my breath away. This has happened to me a lot lately in his presence, and I haven't enjoyed it at all. On the contrary, it made me angry.