THE BILLIONAIRE DRAMA (BWWM)

Chapter 4 (Part 2)

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I was pressed against his firm, rock-hard muscles. His body was warm and the faint scent of his perfume mixed with aftershave was intoxicating.

I forced myself to step out of his embrace.

"Thank you," I said softly. "I really appreciate it."

"It was my pleasure," he replied. "Anyways, I'm starving. Which is the best place around here to eat?"

"Can't you cook?" I asked him, then I remembered. "Oh, I forgot you're not so handy in the kitchen." I laughed.

"And you're so much better? Why don't you ever eat breakfast at home? I've never seen you cook."

I was shocked by his remark. "What are you trying to say?" I asked.

"I'm not trying to say anything," he said innocently.

"Are you saying I can't cook? That better not be what you're saying."

"Your words, not mine," he said.

I was so offended! "You know what? I'm coming over. I'm going to show you what perfectly cooked food taste like."

"Ok, chef," he said with a smile. "Show me."

I didn't even bother to enter my house. I turned around and headed towards his house.

I got there in a few minutes. It looked bigger and even more beautiful from near. The outer walls were painted blue and white, resembling the sky behind it.

I paused for a moment to look at it. Dimitri caught up and stopped beside me, also looking up at the house.

"This is one beautiful house," I said.

"I guess," he answered lightly, but then this was probably nothing to him.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Everything was as beautiful as I expected. Dimitri led me down a small hallway and then into the kitchen. It was huge and everything was neatly arranged.

"Ok, chef," Dimitri said. "Do your thing." He smiled and took a seat at a table at one corner of the room.

"Ok." I looked inside all the cupboards and the fridge and found all the ingredients needed to make some riced yam with cream cheese and sweet corn, escouvitched fish, potato pudding, and some stallion (a drink). I turned on the oven.

I started with the pudding since it would need about an a hour and a half baking time. I peeled and grated about half a dozen sweet potatoes and added the other ingredients, then poured the mixture into a baking tin and placed it in the oven to bake.

I then removed 2 whole fish from the freezer, washed and cleaned them, and prepared them using the escouvitch method.

Afterwards, I peeled, boiled, and grated some yam and added cream cheese and sweet corn. Then I arranged a simple vegetable salad and placed it in the fridge.

Dimitri sat silently and watched my every move. By then the smell of the pudding, mixed with that of the other foods, was intoxicating.

Next, I blended together the ingredients for the stallion and placed it in the freezer so it could get cool more quickly.

By then it was time to check on the pudding. Almost done. I served all the foods on the table where Dimitri sat. I had made just enough for the both of us. When I was done I checked on the pudding again. It was done. I removed it from the oven and quickly made a rum and wine dressing, then added it to the pudding and served two slices.

We both sat at the table and I watched the big change in his expression as he tasted the yam dish.

"What the heck did you put in this," he said, shocked. "Cocaine?"

I smiled, pleased. "Something like that," I said.

He then tasted the fish and everything else with the same expression.

"I have tasted a lot of food," he said. "But this is, by far, the best. I've always heard about Jamaican cooking but words don't do it justice."

"This is not 'Jamaican cooking', I said. "This is my cooking."

"My bad," he said and we began eating.

We were done in less than half an hour.

"Now do you know what perfectly cooked food taste like?" I said with a smile.

"Definitely," he answered. "I'm bringing you home with me to be my personal chef."

I laughed. "Ready when you are, pal," I said, and got up.

We loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and when they were done we packed them into the drainer.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Dimitri said when we were done.

To my surprise he slowly removed his shirt right there in the kitchen.

I froze in mid action and stared as if hypnotized at his muscular upper body. His biseps and abs were larger and more muscular without his shirt on. His skin was a deep bronze.

"...or maybe we should go to that park you showed me, the one with the beach. Which do you think?"

"Yea, that sounds nice," I said, coming back to earth, though I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Ok," he said, and left through the door.

I stared at his sexy retreating back.

What was wrong with me?

I sat down at the table and waited for him to finish. He returned some time later wearing jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt.

"You ready?" He asked me.

I nodded and we left.

"Where are we going again?" I asked him when we got outside.

"To the park with the beach that you showed me," he answered.

"Oh. I need to go get dressed," I said.

He nodded. We walked over to my house and I went to shower and get dressed. I showered and put on a casual pink and white dress over my bikini and pink sandals.

Dimitri wasn't in the living room so I went outside to look for him.

When I got there I was surprised to see Dimitri standing in the yard looking uncomfortable with a girl in heavy makeup and long blond hair that had 'fake' written all over it rubbing her hands seductively down his chest and whispering something in his ear. She was wearing shorts that barely covered half her ass, a tank top, and high-heeled boots that extended to the middle of his thighs.

I'm not sure why but it really hurt...

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A/N:

I'm sooo sorry for the late update. I had exams to study for and stuff so...

I hope this chapter was worth the wait, hope y'all enjoyed it.

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