Chapter Ten

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Emory's POV

A heavy feeling arose in my chest and stomach when I awoke. I try to get away from it, but it simply makes things worse. I groan and open my eyes. Taking a peek around and I notice that I'm in Ansel's room. When I look down, I see Ansel laying between my breasts, his hands around my waist and his leg between my legs. I start to get flustered by our close proximity.

"Good morning, baby," a deep voice says. His morning voice is quite enticing. It's so smooth that it makes me shudder. It's so intoxicating, making me feel drunk off hearing it.

"Hello," I say, flushing slightly.

He chuckles and moves to the point where he is on top of me. "Last night, I cleaned off your makeup; I hope that was okay." He says making me smile. Not only did he carry me up to his room but also wiped off my makeup.

He is a true gentleman. Always looking out for me.

"Thank you," I respond, smiling, "You probably spared me from breaking out." He simply stares at me and softly smiles, lifting his hand to my face, rubbing it, before gently patting my left cheek. His eyes become darker. Before anything occurs, he gets off of me and tells me to go to the bathroom while he cooks us breakfast.

Hm, I wonder what that was about.

I enter his bathroom and remain speechless. This man has money. The interior design is beautiful. The bathroom was considerably larger than my room. The shower is huge with multiple shower heads. Interesting. The bathroom includes two sinks and a large mirror, which is just what I wanted in my future home. I stop ogling and walk over to the sinks. I rinse my face getting rid of any traces of sleep in it and pull my hair back into a messy bun. I get out the bathroom after doing my business and washing my hands. Realizing I spent a lot of time in the bathroom, I make my way into the kitchen.

The smell of breakfast fills up his apartment. When I walk into the kitchen, Ansel is already staring in my direction. He begins scanning me, head to toe, making me squirm at his gaze. My stomach rumbles, which is the worst thing that can happen in this moment. I blush and laugh awkwardly.

Why are you making things awkward, Emory? Man up.

"I see someone is hungry, hm?" He teasingly asks. I nod, unable to say anything because of the embarrassment I am feeling.

"Let's fix you up a plate; I'm hoping you like pancakes, eggs, and bacon with fruit." He annonces.

"That's great," I respond, frowning, "But you didn't have to do that."

"Fix that frown before I fix it for you," he adds, looking at me. "I don't want my girl to go hungry. Now sit down and eat, and don't make me ask again." He tells me, sternly.

Did he just say 'my girl'?

I clench my thighs at his dominance, ignoring that comment. I take a seat and think about how fortunate I am. He cooks and cleans, he is the full package.

Get you a man who can cook.

He places my plate in front of me and walks over to fetch his. When he sits down, I go to pray, but he stops me. "I'd like to pray with you when you're with me. I am not particularly religious, but if you do it, I'll do it as well." He tells me.

"You know you don't have-" he interrupts me.

"Emory, I want to okay?" He reassured me, making me smile once again. He holds my hand in his and I offer a prayer of gratitude for the food in front of me.

"Amen," we both say. I smile as I look up at him before digging into my meal. This food is incredible. I moan, who knew pancakes could be so delicious? Maybe I'm simply just hungry, but the stake last night was amazing. This man does everything right. There's got to be a flaw somewhere, right? I suppose we'll find out soon enough.

When I look up, I see Ansel clutching his fork, his hand turning white. I had a worried expression on my face. Did I do something wrong? I reach out and place my hand on top of his.

"Did I do something?" With a look of anxiety on my face, I ask him.

"No, beautiful, you keep making these melodic sounds, and it's making it difficult for me to control myself." He tells me, and I blush once again.

"I'm sorry, but this food is really good." I tell him the truth.

"I'm sure you'd taste much better, no?" He asks me, smirking. I clench my thighs. Wanting to seem unfazed, I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, darling. You wouldn't like the punishment I have for you." His expression was playful, yet his tone was solemn. I squirm in my seat and whisper a small 'sorry'.

I jump in astonishment when he places his hand on my thigh. He starts rubbing up and down my leg. He was touching my bare thigh since I wasn't wearing pants. His touch made me lose my mind as I squeeze my thighs together. Tension rising in the room. He hums, aware of his effect on me. Before pulling his hand away from me, he pats my leg and gets up gathering our dishes.

I run upstairs to his room, desperate to get out of this kitchen. I walk into his closet to look for clothes since I didn't want to wear my dirty clothes from last night. I put on a pair of black sweatpants and grab one of his white tees.

After feeling refreshed, I return downstairs, looking decent. I go back into the kitchen in search of Ansel, only to be dragged into the living room. His hands grab my waist and pulls me closer to him. My breath hitches.

"You look great in my clothes, you should wear them more." He says, while rubbing the sides of my waist with his hands. I blush and lower my head. He presses his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up.

"I understand you have to leave, but I just wanted to tell you how much fun I had last night and this morning. I'd like for us to go on a real date soon, preferably when neither of us is busy." He tells me, staring me down. Although, I didn't have work today, I wanted to go home and think about everything that just happened between us.

"I had a good time as well; you are quite the gentleman. I do have to leave, but I promise to text you as soon as I get home safely, okay?" I assure him.

"Yes, please do, and stay safe, darling." He says. Ansel takes my hand and leads me into the elevator, clicking floor one. He enters the elevator with me and waits until we reach the first floor. When the elevator beeps, indicating we have arrived to the first floor, he grabs my hand and walks me to my car. I unlock my car door allowing him to open it. He takes my face in his hands and kisses my forehead. I get inside the car smiling like a mad man. Before he closes the door he says,

"Goodbye, my love".








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Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. Sorry for the teasing, but I'd like to increase their sexual tension before anything goes further between them. Smut, by the way, will be here soon. Until next time, take care!

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