Hers to Kill

Chapter 5- The Plot Thickens

Isabella POV...

"This tastes ridiculously good!" I say with my first bite, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, "Who taught you how to cook?" I ask bold-eye, I take another forkful and allow the flavor to explode.

"My grandmother, she was born and raised in Jamaica, she used to always say Lora you need to learn how to cook to keep your man," she says with the thickest Jamaican accent, "you see the way I maintain your grandfather," she releases a soft chuckle, "If only you could see the disappointment on her face when I brought my first girlfriend around, almost gave the poor woman a heart attack," we stared at each other before we broke out laughing.

"She didn't take it well?" She asks.

"Not at first but she came around, I will admit, it was hard for her to understand but as time went by it got easier for her," she releases a sigh as if she was reliving the days, "But now she does get a bit uncomfortable but truly she'll love anyone I do, but only if they can make some good oxtails," she takes a sip of her hot chocolate, "I guess I have to teach whoever I'm gonna spend my life with how to make some damn oxtails because if it's not made up to her standard I will not hear the end," she rolls her eyes, before signing dramatically.

"And your grandfather?" she asks.

"Even if they were missing a limb or two, even a tooth or five he would love them without a thought because he trusts my judgment, my parents on the other hand," She took another bite of eggs.

"Are they?" She asks.

"No they were never homophobic, they're over-protective" She pauses and thinks about it for a second almost as if she had to choose her words wisely, "That is an understatement, I remember one time I was three hours late to go home, and no one could get through to my phone they sent out an entire search party both my mom and dad side of the family went looking for me, just to find out I was at the library studying and the service on my phone dropped, and the message I sent just didn't deliver," she releases a sigh.

"Did they come storming through the library doors?" She releases a small chuckle as she imagines this with me.

"No, but could you imagine," with the biggest grin on her face she continues, " when I got in my mom leaped after me and lectured me before grounding me for another week I thought it was unreasonable seeing as I was at the library, but because I was technically a missing person then that doesn't apply to me," she says pointing at herself, before shrugging it off, "Personally I didn't see the point of grounding me seeing as I didn't plan on going anywhere that week and truly the only thing I do with my phone is check my work schedule."

"Your mom must really love you," I could see the annoyance on her face, "I'm glad you have a good relationship with your family, I wouldn't say my parents are as overprotective but we take care of our family," I took another bite of my food.

"I'm glad that you have that for yourself, sometimes it gets overbearing having such strict parents," I reply.

She looked up from her plate and her eyes met mine and we just stared at each other. Those pools of brown, she had now changed her hair to a flat twist and pinned her hair securely maybe because she was going to cook for us. Her face was heart-shaped and her short bridged nose that flared out sat perfectly on her face. Her full lips contrasted each other her upper lips dark and her lower lip was more cherry.

"So...what's your major?" I really hope I wasn't just staring at her for an extended period of time while I was taking her in.

"I haven't decided yet because I want to do everything, but I'm probably gonna take over my family business since my brothers don't want to," she took another sip of her chocolate milk "What about you?"

"The plan is to get a degree in math and maybe dive into actuary and run away from the family business."

"One running to the family business the other is running away interesting."

"Very interesting indeed, what made you want to continue the family business?" Her eyes lit up when I asked her, it was almost like she was surprised that I cared to know more. 

"Well for starters no woman has had the opportunity of running it, not because the people in my family are sexist but because no woman ever wanted that responsibility heck not even my own mother wants me to run it it's almost like she doesn't believe in me," from her body language I could tell that she was comfortable with my presence here 'good' I thought to myself, Heaven knows I'd hate to be stuck here with the thunderstorm I kinda sort of created with the help of a witch or two. She wasn't on edge like she was earlier when she saw me, her shoulders were slouching so I knew she wasn't on guard at this moment.

"Don't say that, I'm pretty certain your mom knows what you're capable of she probably just wants a different life for you," she took another sip of her hot chocolate before taking another bite of her food. 

"That is it right there her wanting a different life is the problem, sure she can have the life she wants but I can't" I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth.

"Mothers eh?"  

Elora pov

She looks up at the right time and our eyes connect, my breathing stops in my throat this was the first time I got a chance to look at her and really take her in. 

It was like staring at someone I wasn't aware I longed for? 

Her hair was in a high ponytail, the light makeup she had on was now gone her freckles were now visible, and her nose resembled a rotund bulb-like silhouette with a narrow bridge. Her lips were soft pink, her face was round, with a slight double chine, and her jawline defined. And as for her attire that was all me.

Her energy, her aura was welcoming, pure yet mysterious. Her eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips and she focused on them. Zoned in before looking up back at me.

"Um..." my palms are sweaty, I'm nervous. "Do you want a tour of the house?" I didn't mean to say anything, but this was the nerves talking.

"Sure," I stared amused as she chugged whatever was left of her hot chocolate before maneuvering around her side of the table with her plate and cup before grabbing mine.

"Oh you don't have to," I turn around following her as she helps herself to the sponge and soap.

"No no you cooked it's only fair I clean," she moved around delicately and placed each dish on the rack. The way she moved around the kitchen I watched her in awe just taking her in while she wore my clothes.

I couldn't help the smile that crawled on my face as she ripped the paper towel, "The bins under the sink," she turned her head over and mouthed thank you, her smile was just beautiful. 

"Okay I'm ready for my tour," I looked away and signaled her to join my side.

"This way," I said softly.