Ten Years Later

Chapter 6

Okay so the reason this one took so long is because I tried to make it super long.

I want to thank you all again, over 22,000 reads. This book was in my works for the longest time, I loved the plot so one day I went on Wattpad, quickly finished writing the chapter and quickly edited it, then I published it. Never in a million years did I think that I would get any reads, likes, or comments. So this chapter is dedicated to the first person who liked, commented, read, and added this story to there reading list. Thanks guys. (Sorry this is kind of sappy. :/ ) Okay onto the book.

He closely exaimed the different sized pots, deciding which one to use.

"Can you even cook?" I asked him, slowly. He didn't strike me as the cooking type, but he insisted he'd help me out with dinner so; I have to give him a shot.

"Duh," He stated, obviously as he placed the pot of water on the stove and flipped the switch to high.

"Well, Mr. Chef don't forget to add some salt to the water," I giggled. Some chef he is.

He looked up at me with a confused look on his face, it was one of the cutest things I've ever seen, wait stop, don't think that. Just think Steven and how sweet he was to send you flowers.

"You don't put salt in water," He stated as if it was the stupidest thing he's ever heard.

"How much to you want to bet," I smirked.

Easy money.

"Twenty bucks," He smirked back.

I've made pasta since I was ten but if he still wants to challenge me on this, okay, but he better not go crying to me, when he is $20 poorer.

I walked into the living room and swiped my phone from the table and walked back into the kitchen.

"Look it up," I laughed, placing my phone in the palm of his hand.

I walked up to the counter and started to chop up the fresh tomatoes, water and gooey seeds spilled out as I sliced the red vegetable in half.

I looked down at the red color and remembered all the red roses, how can I even be close to doubting Steven ever again.

The rhythm of the knife chopping, on the plastic board, took me to a whole different place,

"My god you look beautiful," He whispered in my ear, as he escorted me to the limo. The warmth of his breath on my neck and his deep, husky voice sent chills dancing across my spine. I bit my red coated lip, as I tried to hold back my dreamy sigh. He was just so perfect.

He pulled open the sparkling black limo door and I slid onto the luxurious leather seat, he ducked down and slid next to me.

How did I score a second date with a beautiful and successful guy like him? I nervously tugged at the fabric of my long, silky dress, pretending to study the lavender color.

"Thanks for coming with me to my work party." Steven smiled softly, as he studied my soft features.

I looked up through my long dark eyelashes. His eyes glistened with anxiety and fascination. My cheeks warmed as I dug my teeth deeper into my lip.

"The pleasures all mine." I giggled, as I glanced around the expensive interior of the fancy limo, looking anywhere but his shimmering blue eyes.

I pretended to have fascination with the row of bottles of champagne and soda. Picking up the crystal cups and studying them as if I will be tested on them.