His Bride

Chapter Four

Blake's pov

I stretched my body with a groan as I regained consciousness, my eyes were still closed but I could feel the sunlight penetrating through the curtains. He needs to get thicker curtains. I'm not a morning person at all.

I used the back of my hand to rub my eyes, before I opened them. I sat up and yawned before looking around. Trying to remember where I was, when I suddenly realized I'm in Gustavo's home.

Which made me immediately snap my head to his side of the bed but he wasn't there. I turned to my side and took my phone, looking at the time. It was 9am.

With a lazy sigh I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, to relieve myself, wash my face and brush my teeth.

....

Going downstairs, my nose was immediately filled with a sweet aroma. Which means Gustavo was cooking. I immediately rushed down the stairs to the kitchen. It smells so good which means you can only imagine how good it will taste.

"Hmm" was what left my body the minute I got into the kitchen, it smells so good in here. I walked over to him, seeing him stirring something in a pan.

"Good morning to you too" he laughed as he looked at me, staring at me dead in the eyes, which made my stomach do back flips. He makes me nervous, in a good way.

"Sorry, good morning" I said shyly, embarrassed that my first thought was to look at what he was cooking instead of greeting him.

I looked over at the pan, when he turned back to it. And saw that the food that smelt so good were eggs?

"You're frying eggs? And it smells so good?" I asked him

"How the fuck does one make egg smell so good?" I almost cried out.

"I also made turkey bacon, and pancakes, there's a fruit bowl in the fridge, I'd suggest you have a glass of warm water first before you eat though" he told me as he went back to the eggs. Scrambled eggs, my favorite.

"Shit I forgot to ask, are you allergic to anything?" He asked me, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Nothing, just nuts" I told him with a shrug, he nodded his head and turned off the stove

"Nuts" he said to himself. "I'll make sure to avoid cooking or baking with it" he noted to himself.

He's so sweet, I watched him plate out food. As I drank the glass of warm water, like he told me to do.

He played the bacon, eggs and pancakes on our plates before walking to the fridge and bringing out a jar of orange juice. 

"How'd you know I love orange juice" I exclaimed before immediately pouring myself a cup.

"I figured anyone with brains like orange juice" he sassed, making me laugh.

"My sister doesn't, she prefers Apple juice" I shook in disgust.

"Well it's a good thing I married the right sibling" he joked before digging into his meal. That statement made me feel something, it made me feel butterflies.  'The right sibling?' I couldn't help but smile at him. I watched him eat his food peacefully while using his phone, his nails are perfect, they're at a perfect length and looked clean, you can tell he took care of them. His hands are big and veiny. Imagine it just wrapped around your ne-

"You're not eating?" I heard Gustavo say making me leave my thoughts, my almost dirty thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something" I mumbled before eating.

My mouth and my stomach are really in love.

"Dude?" I exclaimed

"You really like it?" He let out a light laugh.