Girlfriend For Hire 🔥

Unfiltered Joy

As the sun began to set, casting a soft golden hue over the private balcony, Anica emerged from the kitchen with a bright smile on her face, holding a cake she had carefully baked for Michael. It was a modest cake, but she had decorated it with extra care, adding little heart-shaped sprinkles and a message in chocolate frosting that read, "To My King."

She had been planning this moment all day, excited to share it with Michael, who sat nearby with a book in hand, lost in its pages. Anica tiptoed toward him, trying to be as stealthy as possible, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Surprise!" she exclaimed, a playful smile lighting up her face.

Michael glanced up, startled, but his eyes softened as they landed on Anica, her cheeks flushed with excitement, holding the adorable cake in her hands. He set the book aside, his face breaking into a grin. "What have we here?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"I made this for you!" Anica said, giggling. "It's nothing fancy, but I wanted to do something special."

Michael smiled warmly. "You didn't have to, but I love it already."

Feeling giddy, Anica carefully placed the cake on the small table, presenting it proudly. "I know it's not perfect," she said bashfully, biting her lip. "But I hope it tastes good."

Michael laughed softly, reaching for her hand. "You know anything you make is perfect to me." His words were sincere, his gaze tender as he took in her excitement.

Anica blushed, twirling a little in her oversized T-shirt and shorts, feeling a bit shy but happy. "Alright, close your eyes first! And make a wish!" she said, clapping her hands. "Though today is not your birthday," she chuckled.

Michael chuckled, giving her a playful look. "Alright, alright," he agreed, closing his eyes dramatically.

But just as Anica turned to grab the cake knife, her foot caught the leg of the chair. With a soft squeal, she tripped, and the cake flew right out of her hands, landing squarely on Michael's lap with a plop!

Anica gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh no! Michael, I'm so sorry!" she squealed, mortified as chocolate frosting smeared all over his pants and shirt. The perfect surprise had turned into a hilarious disaster.

Michael stared down at the mess in shock before bursting into laughter. "You've got to be kidding me," he managed to say between laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "Anica, you always know how to keep things exciting."

Anica, still panicking, grabbed a tissue and hurried over to clean him up, dabbing at the frosting smeared across his trousers. "I'm so sorry! Let me fix it—" But in her flustered attempt to wipe off the cake, her hand accidentally brushed a sensitive spot, making Michael freeze.

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes went wide, his body tensing as Anica's hand lingered there a moment too long. She quickly realized what had happened, her face turning scarlet.

"Oh my God! I didn't mean to—" she stammered, pulling her hand back, utterly embarrassed.

Michael blinked, then suddenly burst into laughter again, his whole body shaking. "Only you, Anica. Only you," he said, tears of laughter in his eyes. "I swear, I've never had cake delivered quite like that!"

As Anica tried to back away, still red-faced, Michael grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap, not caring about the chocolate smeared between them. "Come here," he said, his voice softening as he kissed her, his lips tasting faintly of frosting.

"Michael, the cake!" she protested between kisses, giggling.

"I don't care about the cake," Michael whispered, his lips brushing hers again as he held her close. "You're sweeter than any cake." He leaned in, his smile playful, as he swiped a bit of chocolate frosting from his shirt and playfully dabbed it on her nose.