Hard To Get

Chapter 8 - Perks of being a Model

Chapter 8 :)

I woke up by myself, on a very beautiful Saturday morning. My eyes went on circles - landed in every part of Xander's room. The ceiling were white, and the walls had light green, and sky blue paint. His room was clean, unlike the other ones - hell. I got up and noticed that my ankle wasn't that painful anymore, so i succeesfully made my way to the bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror and noticed I was still wearing the same clothes from last night, and it kinda felt weird sleeping in jeans. I felt uncomfortable, and having lack of freedom, but I still had a nice sleep. As I went out, Xander wasn't there. Yeah, he wasn't there the moment I woke up. I guess he's having breakfast.

I finger-combed my hair - removing the tangles, and smoothing it i went down the soon I finished, and smelled something really good. Wow, Xander really has a life here. Well, so do I in mine, but, it doesn't feel like this when someone is cooking. Or am I really just surprised of the smell because it was not my house? I ran to the kitchen and saw Xander - in wearing an apron, and holding a frying pan and a spatula on opposite hands. The apron was too small for him, it made the apron look smaller. But he looked sexy though.

'Hey are you checking him out?'

'What? No!'

'You just called him sexy.'

'I didn't. But if I did, it's just a kind way of saying - he looks good in it.'

'Then why call it sexy?'

'Oh for fuck's sake Mia! Do I really have to talk in my mind again? Ugh.'

I leaned on the island, my eyes trailing him. And while he was not facing me, I said, "So the bad boy can cook now?" I smiled. He face me, holding a spatula. His hair was a mess, and he was a bit sweating, his eyes connected on mine and I swear - it just sparkled. Like he was surprised to see me there, or like a dog wanting to play with it's master, except Xander's human. Not a dog. He grinned at me and looked back at the pan.

"There are things about me that you still do not know, Mia." He stated.

"Yeah like talking in your sleep?" I felt like adding this thing because I've been dying to ask him what was the 'worth it' thing about.

"Was I?" He faced me, and placed the bacon on the platter beside the eggs. Mmm, it looked good.

"Yep. I think it has something to do with being worth it?" As I've said said the last two words, his expression turned into a frown - his eyes drowned in distraught, and he swallowed. I knew there was something he wasn't telling me. Or what if he was just really talking in his sleep.

"Yeah, m-maybe I was talking in my sleep." He said, keeping calm.

I nodded.

'See, Mia! You assumed again.'

'What did I assume for?'

'You being worth it for him.'

'Oh for fuck's sake, I didn't thought of that.'

'You did. Because you are starting to like him.'

'Fuck you. I don't.'

"Let's eat?" Xander said soon. We sat at the long presidential table with chandeliers hanging on the ceiling - just like ours. And as we were enjoying our food, i looked at my phone to check what time it was - 9:23AM. Later did I notice, I had a photoshoot today, the one that my mother said. I need to be there at home at 10 before the chauffer she sent arrives. My eyes enlarged, and my hands were shaking from looking at the time. I saw Xander staring at me in confusion.

"What's wrong?" He said.

"I need to go home." I said. Placing my phone back to my pocket. "NOW." I continued. But the bacon he cooked was so good, and he cooked for us. This could upset him. So I stabbed every bacon I have on my plate and shoved everything on my mouth. Xander dropped his jaw and looked at me.