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I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of sizzling in the other room. I rolled over, confused, and reached for Apple but the bed was empty.
I got up and threw on gray sweatpants before heading out.
Walking into the kitchen, I saw Apple standing at the counter, turned away from me. She was humming and flipping pancakes on a skillet.
"Apple?"
"Y/n!" She said, turning to face me. She flipped the pancake onto a plate with more pancakes and set the plate on the island.
She glanced at my bare chest and tensed for a moment, quickly looking away and biting her lip.
"I made breakfast," she said, gesturing for me to sit down at the island and eat.
"Pancakes?" I asked. She nodded and I just stared at her. Her face quickly changed.
"Oh god... I-I overstepped," She said, starting to clean stuff up. "I'm so sorry,"
"Apple.." I tried to stop her but she just kept rambling. It was kind of cute actually.
"This was a terrible idea," she was humming, "why am I so stupid?"
"Apple," I said a bit louder. She was still cleaning frantically. I walked up to her and she still didn't seem to notice me.
"You probably don't even like pancakes!"
"Apple!" I said, cupping her face with both hands. She froze and stared at me. I could only think of one thing to say.
"I love pancakes,"
She gave me a slight smile and I let her go. I grinned and sat down, cutting the pancakes. I started eating while she finished cooking the bacon.
"This is wonderful. Thank you,"
"Your welcome. It's my grandmothers recipe," she said and I looked at her. "She's an amazing cook,"
"You really care about your grandma, don't you?" I asked her. She smiled though it seemed a bit forced.
"I love her. She raised me after.." she was talking while scooping up the bacon but stopped herself. I knew what she wanted to say.
"Never mind. You probably don't even care about my family drama,"
"Stop pretending you know what I care about," I said and she put some bacon on my plate, then fixed herself a plate.
"Sorry," she said, sitting down in front of me, pouring syrup on her pancakes.
"And stop apologizing," I stopped eating to look at her. She didn't say anything and for a moment, all we did was hold eye contact.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say I wanted to... kiss her. But I wouldn't.
Instead I looked away, clearing my throat. She turned her attention back to her pancakes, swirling them in a buttload of syrup.
Damn, how much syrup did she need?
My eyes flickered over to the stove and I saw the time. "Damnit!" I said, standing up quickly.
"What's wrong?" Asked Apple, looking worried.
"I'm late for work," I told her as I rushed back to the bedroom to get changed. My assistant, Marlo, is going to be pissed at me for being late to this meeting.
A short while later I was ready to go and heading out.
"I'll see you at five, Apple!" I shouted as I ran out the door, giving her no time to reply.
YOU ARE READING
The Sybian Hire
RomanceTHIS STORY IS MATURE AND CONTAINS SMUT IN ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER. One night after work, Y/n decides to hire a prostitute named Apple to be part of an experiment. I wonder if he knew the new life he was walking into when tying her to a sex machine...