Firefrost: Mr Grumpy and His Little Flower

Chapter 2_ Isabelle 🌹

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual for whatever reason. I made my way to the penthouse, a little less enthusiast than yesterday.

The penthouse was quiet when I entered. I guess he must be in his gym. I went to the kitchen, to prepare coffee.

Once again, I felt that chill. And when I looked back, I was met with blue eyes that were glaring at me.

Was this his permanent look? Or was it just with me?

“Good morning, Mr. Kingston,” I greeted, my voice, thankfully steady and calm.
He didn’t answer, rather just pulled a stool and sat with his phone. What's with this man? A ‘good morning’ wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“do you need something?” he didn’t reply, so I returned to my task.

I could feel his gaze on me all while I was cutting fruits and trying to make a breakfast.

Does he eat breakfast? Should I ask? Will he glare at me again? I looked back at him and found him nose-deep in his phone.

Best I just do it and let’s see.

I sliced some fruits and fried two eggs while. Then I put the plate and the coffee mug before him. His gaze travel from the plate to my face with a kind of disgust.

“what’s this?” he grumbled.

“huh… breakfast. I don’t know how you like it, so I made this but if -” I was cut short when he pushed the plate off the counter and it crashed on the floor.

“did I ask you for a breakfast? And one as mediocre as this one, even?”

“I.. I am sorry, I-”

“clean this” he growled and I nodded.

I kept my head down and started to clean. Maybe the breakfast wasn’t good enough. I make eggs for my daughter and she’s happy with it but I forgot Mr Kingston is not my daughter. I need to make a little more efforts. ‘one as mediocre as this one’.

“how old are you?” he suddenly asked and I stiffened, turning to face him.

Why was he suddenly interest in my age?

“hum, 24, sir”

He narrow his eyes, taking a sip of the coffee I had prepared. At least he didn’t pour it in my face, I mean it can be the win for the day, right?

“Listen here, little flower," he call again and I returned my attention to him again “let’s get one thing straight”

I nodded,“Yes, Mr. Kingston.”

"You'll have to follow an important rule. I don't want you in my personal space"

"Yes, sir" I nodded.

Not like I – don’t – want to be.

He raised the mug to his lips and my gaze fall on his Adam’s apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed the coffee.

The kitchen though spacious suddenly feels closed off and hot. When he’s done, he put down the mug. Then turn to leave but pause at the doorway.

“And one more thing,” he added, his voice ice-cold. “Stay out of my way. I want to see you as less as possible”

“Understood, Mr Kingston”

Right, I also – don’t – want to see your sinfully handsome, dark, face all while I work.

Just after that he leaves me alone and able to breathe normally again.

I quickly washed the mug and went upstairs to his room, to clean.