Rekindled.

5.

    I woke up, after like an hour to something licking my face, I stroked it groggily and cuddled closer to it. As I slowly regained my senses, I tore apart from it to find Hercules, with a confused and puppy doggish expression. I groaned as I went to a room and washed off the dog drool, I had to admit his breath wasn't as bad as some chaps I'd encountered in the subways.

     As I came back, Hercules was making that sound Scoob - doo made when he wanted a Scooby snack. So I assumed he was hungry, I threw him a sympathetic look as I took out my phone to check out the master's instruction - did you catch my Frankenstein's monster role play? - immediately I opened my email, I saw it, Raphael didn't use his name for his email account, smart guy. As I clicked on the link, an endless list appeared, he really delivered a detailed report, maybe he was used to it,considering he was the heir to a multi - billion dollar business.

I checked for anything related to food and got bored searching. I just rummaged the cupboards until I found some dog food, I served Hercules in a bowl and set it on the floor, he gingerly turned his nose away from the food. Sassy mutt! I snapped my fingers as an idea came to me, I'd seen dogs like this in TLC. They wanted to be served like kings. I took the food to the dining table as Hercules followed suit, scrutinizing my every move. I served the dog like a waiter at a restaurant and he obliged as he climbed the seat, I was sure he even gave me a curt nod. He took only one bite and spit the rest on the shiny floor I'd cleaned, I'd had it, if I couldn't kill his owner, I'd kill his stupid dog I concluded. As I got closer, the phone rang. "Hello?"

    "Don't you dare do anything to Hercules. Except you'd like to spend the rest of your life in jail." I froze, it was Raphael, he continued speaking.
"Of course you didn't notice, there's CCTV in every inch of that house. Don't try feeding him, I've called a private chef, he is going to come over, I've seen you really lack culinary skills."

    I was about to say something sassy but he'd ended the phone call. So there were cameras in the house? I wondered if there was one in the room I'd be sleeping in, if they was I'd have to do something about it. I was about to go check it out but the sound of the doorbell stopped me.

     As I opened the door, I came face to face with, a beautiful man. He had a chiselled jaw line and this cool air around him. He wasn't even wearing a chef attire, he just wore sweatpants with a plain white T-shirt, it was stretched due to his broad shoulders. He smiled at me as I stopped ogling him.

   "Hi I'm Antonio, how can I be of service to you," he winked. I on the other hand turned tomato red and managed to reply without stuttering.

   "Umm, your the private chef, Raphael called right?" He nodded

   "Your job is to cook for a dog," immediately I said that Hercules ran to the door, he eyed both of us for a second, then went away.

    Antonio entered inside and began his work, since I had nothing better to do, I watched him. He was really an excellent cook, you could tell by the ways he handled the knife, if i chopped that fast, I was sure my fingers wouldn't be there to tell the tale. He'd come with some ingredients and they looked expensive. Raphael was such a spoiled brat, hiring a private chef for his dog, Psssh, who does that?

    Antonio was a great multi-tasker, he managed to make me blush every time and still was laser focused, I still couldn't stop admiring him. He was funny, and as he stirred the pot, I couldn't help but ogle his arms. He was in the middle of cracking another joke when, his phone rang, he winked at me and answered. I didn't hear who he was talking to but after the phone call, he didn't even spare me a glance and continued working. I wasn't disappointed though, the story of my life.

    When he'd finished and Hercules had eaten satisfactorily, he left, but not before giving my hand a peck and smiling at a distance. As I traced his eyes, I noticed a small camera. Was it Raphael that had called him? So people were really that scared around him? Why did he do that? I refocused on Antonio as he bade me farewell.

As I settled in for the night, making sure to cover the camera in my room and the toilet, I tucked Hercules in his bed and I fell asleep.

A/N
So if you haven't already noticed, I'm entering this book in this year's Wattys. I know it seems like a dream, but I'm free to dream, aren't I? So please if you will comment and vote if your enjoying the story.

Secondly, keep your eyes peeled, Raphael's POV will or will not be in the next chapter, it depends if the majority of you are on my naughty list but it seems you've all been good XD. And I'm not sure and even though I do it I will update but not regularly so I don't know. But if you like the story enough I won't do it, I'm talking about putting it on hold. Since it has five chapters already it's eligible for the Wattys but I don't know if I could write two stories simultaneously. But as I said it's up to you guys, if you say no, I won't do it. I hope your enjoying the book so far though.