<Know when you're being taken advantage of>
|Jadesola|
*MATURE CONTENT*
Saturday, 7th August 2021
THE LEMON was extremely sour, but it had to be the sweetest thing I had tasted since today.
Standing parallel to me, a serious looking Kian was bent over a pot, stirring the beef stew he had whipped up for my cravings: white rice topped with peppery stew and spicy jollof rice, a platter of dodo on the side.
As he cooked, he hummed to the tune of Never Gonna Give You Up, that gorgeous body of his swaying to the beats.
"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand, never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry. . ."
I cracked a contented smile, watching my husband. Living with him had to be God's greatest blessing to me. Apart from his nightmares that woke me up in the night—he was tightlipped about that—and his possessiveness, he was an amazing man. I mean, who would have thought a billionaire like him would prepare Nigerian dishes while listening to old songs from the 70s, 80s and 90s? Definitely not a bitter me, weeks ago.
"Are you sure you don't need me helping you out?" I asked, my lazy ass propped against the kitchen counter as I sucked on a lemon and munched on some skittles and green grapes. Crazy combination, I knew.
"Nope. Just sit back and let chef Kian blow your mind away. Boom!" He shot me a mischievous smile, his hands making an exploding gesture before his attention was snagged back onto the cooker.
"Okay o. At least, I asked you shaa." Grabbing a stool to balance my legs on, I decided to let him do his thing.
He only chortled, the aroma of those spices teasing my nostrils. In response, I salivated, yearning to have a taste.
These past few days, my eating habits have been a bother. Whenever nausea's sledgehammer didn't punch me, I ate like a slob. Just today, I had taken in more calories that I could keep track of and if I didn't keep my cravings in check, there was a huge chance I would be adding extra weight soon. Was this how Vogue would hire me? Sigh.
Kian covered the pot to allow the mixture to simmer. He plucked off his black apron, washed his hands and swerved to meet me. "Thirty minutes until your meal is done."
"It had better be because I'm tired of waiting for your slow ass." I crushed a skittle between my teeth, tapping my feet to Rick Astley's booming voice.
"It is. Relax, you hungry monster." A charming grin broke across his face as he shifted closer. He hauled the stool away to wound his arms around my waist, nuzzling his nose into my neck.
"And if you're ask me how I'm feeling. . ."
Breathing his alluring scent in, herbs mingled with rosewood, I snuggled close to him whilst sucking on my lemon.
"What exactly are you eating that got you so hyper today?" His silky voice reverberated along the skin of my neck, a shiver scuttling down my spine.
I piped up, "Lemons, grapes and skittles. I'm not sharing my lemons and skittles but do you want some grapes?"
His deep chuckle had my lips twitching in humor. "I can't say no."
Leaning away to grab a bunch of grapes situated inside a bowl on the counter, I popped two grapes into his mouth.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
