He's The Boss - (Book 1)

Black String Necklace.

I had a week off work and was planning to focus on HTB. But no im a idiot and couldn't finish my apprentiship work so sorry this was late.

'Ooh, pancakes.' I stop beating my pancake mixture to look up and see a now awoken shirtless Arnuv.

What a magnificant sight that was, his dark intoxicating hair; that every girl would be jelous of because of the unbelievable volume, was now in a sexy mess.

He's wearing his pajama bottoms which reminds me that we need to pick up more clothes for him. Did I mention he's shirtless?

His stubble...is gone. Not that I mind, he still looks like a god.

I smile at him,
'Yes. Pancakes, I've just made these fresh ones, you can take mine, and here some fruit.'

'Thanks.' Who would have thought I would be cooking for the devil one day, forget cooking, that he would even be in my apartment.

I'm suddenly aware of what I'm wearing, a long black tshirt that is two sizes big, my long sleeves pulled up and the shirt goes down just above the knees so I guess it's fine. It's like a big dress.

'How did you sleep last night?' I ask just as he grabs two mugs from the cupboard.

'Like a baby, I'm glad you convinced them to discharge me, I hate hospitals.'

'Me? Your the one that refused to listen to them, if Daniel knows you left early then -well I'm sure he wouldn't care.' I gasp!

'Mind! I meant mind!' He chuckles and I stare at him.

'So how much do you...remember?' I couldn't help but ask.

'Basic bits, I don't remember owning a business and I certainly don't remember you.'

'Hm. So you must have forgotten everything that's happened...probably just before I met you? Or maybe... What about Daniel, I you must remember your dad?'

'Of course I remember him, the last memory I can think of is...when we visited Alex, and that feels like forever ago.'

'Oh great! So you remember Alex.'

He stills halfway probably questioning why I'm so excited. He sips his coffee and stares, then points his fork behind me.

'Your pancake.'

'Shit!' I turn to see my burnt pancakes.

'Stop,' he walks around the counter and takes the pan off me.

'What are you doing?'

'Sit down,' he grabs my shoulders and sits me down.

'I can make it my-' I was going to say I could make my pancakes myself but he stuffed his in my mouth!' Man, I make good pancakes.

'I know, the best I've tasted. Just share mine, you've made a lot anyway.'

We are sharing a plate of pancakes, and fork.