My Mischievous Millionaire

Part 10- If You Can't Take The Heat, Stay Out Of The Kitchen

Alex's POV

'I'm going to be his personal assistant. ' I proudly thought. I hope I don't screw this up. Although, he shouldn't be too mean if I do. This is the first time I'll be working, after all.

As we were walking to the kitchen, I noticed a large magnificent painting on the wall. It seemed to be a family portrait. On the left was a beautiful woman with pale skin and silky black hair that cascaded down her back. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel and she was impeccably dressed in a detailed maroon and black dress.

Next to her stood a proud, middle-aged looking man. He had short brown hair and striking blue eyes. He looked classy in a tailor made suit and if I looked close enough I could see golden cufflinks.

Seated in front of them, sat a beautiful young girl. Probably around fifteen or sixteen. She had bob-length brown hair with enthralling brown eyes. Her smile was big and bright.

I then saw a familiar face. It was Christopher. No, it couldn't be him, this boy is smiling. Christopher never smiles. Then I looked into his eyes. It was deep blue, it reminded me of an ocean. It was Christopher. He looked so happy.

"I'm sorry for killing you... "

The sentence echoed in my mind. Did he really kill--

"No I didn't." I heard him say. Did I say that out loud?

I gathered up all the courage I had to ask him one question-

"What happened to--" I was stopped.

"You are not to speak about this, understood? " He sternly said.

"U-understood. " I confirmed.

"Now let's continue the kitchen. " he said, kind of awkwardly.

Once there, he opened his fridge and told me to choose what ever I wanted. I've never seen so many food in my life. He has everything. Various meats, different types of drinks and so much fruit!

"What do you want? " he asked.

"I...don't... know" I replied, still dumbstruck.

I continued looking. I saw a weird opened can. Foie gras.

"It's made out of the liver of a duck or a goose that has been specially fattened. " he randomly said. He must've seen the confusion on my face.

"Specially fattened? " I asked, confused.

"Why yes, pounds of grain and fat are pumped into their stomachs about three times a day, up to 4 pounds daily. " he explained.

"And you buy it? It's so cruel. Those little duckies have no choice! And you eat them to eat foo grass!" I angrily said.

"Foei gras" He corrected me with a smirk.

"It's like you don't even care!" I stormed out of the kitchen, then I stormed right back in to take a turkey leg out of the fridge. He stared at me in amusement the entire time.
I kept my eye contact, giving him my most fierce look. I should've watched where I'm going, I stubbed my pinky toe against the kitchen counter.

"Poop! Oh poop! Why must this happen to me! You're the one eating ducky livers! " I painfully exclaimed. I then dropped down to the ground.

He walked towards me, chuckling.
"Calm down and let me see. " he smoothly said.

"No. I don't need your help. You are cruel. You purchase cruel products. Those poor duckies--"

I was shocked by what he did next. He crouched down, picked up my foot and kissed my picky toe.

What. Was. That?

"Better? " he asked with a smirk.

"Y-yes... T-thank you. "

'Thank you? He kissed your toe. Kiss his in return.'

And with one last smirk, he left the kitchen.
I walked in a daze back to my room. He is strange. I'm so confused. He confuses me. I went to bed replaying the entire story in my head.

"I will figure you out, Christopher Kenway. " I said before drifting to sleep.

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Please don't ask me where I got the toe kissing idea from o_o. Thanks for reading!