Raw Truth- Fatal Attraction Sequel (Jamaican Novel)

•Chapter 31•

Tuscany, Italy||Saturday||4:07 P.M

Jhené Capri-Taylor

I could definitely get used to this life.

Watching my boyfriend cook has never been so entertaining, I've loved watching him move around the kitchen.

It's not the same as watching him now, he's extremely focused on making our dinner.

He said he wanted to make cranberry baked chicken and garlic bread. Maybe mi need fi go different countries more often.

That way, him can cook fancy food.

The estate was larger than I imagined, they had a vineyard as well, I would have never guessed that he owned a vineyard, he has people who makes and sells wine and champagne.

He introduced me to a few people when we first arrived, they were very nice, and they respected him a lot, I could see it by the way he corresponded with them.

The deeper we delved into his life outside of being a Don, the more I fell in love with him.

He's just a normal human being with hobbies, likes and dislikes.

"B?", I blinked a few times realizing I wasn't listening to him, "weh yaah think bout?".

"Surprisingly, you", I cleared my throat and sat up straight.

"That's a first"

"That's a lie"

He chuckles, "I was just asking if you wanted anything else with the chicken?".

"Ooohhh, I finally get to choose something?", I clapped my hands sarcastically.

"Ha ha", his phone vibrates on the island and he picks it up, "give me a second".

I nod my head, "okay".

He walks out, leaving me alone in there with all the scents.

The cranberry smelled amazing, he's always cooking something just the way he liked. This was the first time I've ever had cranberry baked chicken, never heard of that before either.

This man was planning to be a husband.

I don't know who's.

But he was planning to be one.

The smell of the cranberry sauce on the stove pulled me in, I don't know what and what he put in it, I just wanted to taste it.

It was still simmering on low heat, I picked up with wooden spoon and stirred it, the thickness of the sweet contents in the pot only caused my longing eyes to long after it more.

My mouth was literally watering just standing over the stove.

"Miss Taylor?"

I tilt my head to look at King, "Sir?".

"Why yuh stand up over mi pot a stir it?"

"It smell nice"

"Mi know, but yuh nuh answer mi question".

He takes the spoon from my grasp and turned the stove off, he stirred the pot a little then blew on the spoon lightly.

With my giddy self, I was more than excited to finally taste it.

"Can hire you to cook for me?" I ask with a cheeky smile, "I can pay you".

He pecks my lips, "you cyaah pay my price".

"Says who?", I eye him, "we can come to an agreement then".

He rolls his eyes with a hearty laugh, "yaah go bargain yuh life fi yuh belly?".