Soren Bianchi [+18]

26. Foul Mouth

AURORA DANIELS

♡♡♡♡♡

After weeks, I was healed somewhat.  The bruises on my face had faded extremely and could easily be covered with make-up.

Soren had been extremely busy these few days, and I, on the other hand, had spent my time redecorating his house.

I loved the idea of living with him. Having someone to wake up next to, having someone to eat my meals with.

Life felt a lot less lonely, and I loved that. But life was going at a different pace these days. I spent a lot of time in the house.

My life was certainly different. A completely different space I was not expecting.

I was too scared to leave the house, but it felt like I was going to go insane if I didn't get out. As for my job? I was on the verge of quitting.

Other than my creepy boss, the idea of working in that place didn't seem as fruitful as I thought. I still wanted to be a teacher, but that would require more studying if I wanted to be a University lecturer.

I just needed a distraction.

I checked my phone briefly, the time indicating that Soren would be home soon.  I decided to surprise him by cooking for us. Recently my hobby has been learning how to cook different cultural/ country foods.

I settled for making butter chicken, a recipe that a nice lady on YouTube explained to me. I even learned how to make the naan from scratch.

As I followed her steps, the food seemed to be coming together better than I expected. I smiled at my creation, excited for Soren to taste what I had cooked.

Dusty my floured hands on my apron, I placed all the oddly shaped naans on a clean dish towel as the lady on YouTube instructed.

When the food was done, I quickly made my way to the shower.  I stood in front of the large mirror, examining my scars. The bruises on my face weren't noticeable, the ugly discoloration on my thighs was fading and the pain had gone away.

When I heard the garage door rattle, I slipped on my silk robe, not bothering to wear anything underneath, I made my way downstairs.  

Soren toed off his shoes at the front door, before hanging up his car keys on the little hook. He loosened his tie. He hadn't seen me or heard me walk downstairs.

He looked extremely dishevelled,  his face was tensed, his brows furrowed into an annoyed expression, and his hair was messy, leaving a few pieces to dangle over his forehead. 

I watched as he leaned forward on the counter, using his arms to balance him as he dropped his head in defeat. He let out a heavy sigh.

I tiptoed towards him, with his head still lowered, his deep voice spoke, "You're not very sneaky, Amore." He said, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Fuck." I replied,  walking towards him, he turned to me, reaching out and yanking my arm and pulling me towards him.

My body was flushed against his as he pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling his muscles relax beneath my touch.

"Rough day?" I asked as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent in the promise. 

"You have no idea." He groaned.

"Lucky for you,  I know how to make you feel better." I pulled away from the hug, looking at him.

His arm snaked to the back of my thigh, as he palmed my bare skin, resting his hand on the arch of my ass. "Mm, go on," he hummed, kissing me on the lips.