Don't Cross The Fence

Chapter 13

Chapter 13
Maeve

Okay so I sort of have hope? I mean he's been softening up for quite sometime now. I just need to find the right buttons, yes he did take my phone back which is crazy to say this but for the first time.

My phone is actaully so fucking useless. That's quite hurtful to say anyway. I now sit at the kitchen island watching Elias cook. I didn't know he was a chef too, but he did say he was a man of many... I mean many talents.

He says it's his grandmothers recipe, mines could never, I mean. "Was cooking something you always done? I mean besides killing and holding people captive." I say batting my lashes, "Self taught."

"Intresting."

"Mhm."

I run a hand through my curls messing with them since I had nothing better to do. I was kinda back on patrol so, don't ask, I might be delusional but I lowkey think he just slightly might be obsessed with me.

It's not something I would be surprised about though he doesn't seem like the type but oou baby. Once you get to know a man, you might just discover some weird shit you didn't really want to know about.

Like for instance, Elias being apart of a drug dealing busniess I mean who am I to judge? Do what you gotta do I guess. "Smells nice." I say trying to be polite I mean he was cooking for us. "I'm glad."

Okay robot, so stiff for what? I miss the old him, more like the one I was once inlove with. Not the new robotic verison of him, this one is so unhuman. "Is this a side of you most people know about?" He shakes his head, "No you unlocked it." Oh I didn't know I was playing a video game! Which personality do I unlock next!?

"Well sorry?" I don't really know how to react to that but... "Here." Elias plated the food. "Oou fancy Black Truffle Ravioli huh?" He nodded, "Thank you, and I actually mean it."

"Mhm whatever."

"Sassy arent we now?" I said to him with a little glare, he turned his back going back to his 'usuals' I can't lie the ravioli was better then a 5 star resturant. Well of course this is home cooked but damn, he got some skill his future wife, if he ever gets one, will be proud to have a husband who's secretly a chef.

This wife of his might be one of his future hostages. I'm surprised I completely downed the whole plate Elias turned back giving me a questioning look. "Are you that hungry?"

"I don't know-?" Elias's faced turned into worry as he continued to wash the remaing dishes. I can't lie I feel like a queen just sitting here watching a attractive man do all the house work.

I know most people dream for this I don't blame I've been dreaming for this for the longest I could remember. "I'm gonna give you a nickname." He whipped his head so fasted I thought it would fall off.

"How about no." I gave a fake pouted looking him up and down. "Why though."

"Because no."

"I miss the old you." I said, earning a smirk from him.

"Don't get flattered."

"Mhm sure Stella."

I rolled my eyes, getting down from the stool Since the living room wasn't a far walking distance from the kitchen he didn't mind. But I know in less then a minute he'll be rolling in so there really isn't any point to this all.