Like Dark Chocolate (Chocolate #1)

B R U I S E D

After a long session of make out and a big meal I sat on the floor with my laptop looking through my emails while he took work calls near me, he used the speakerphone on his desk with one hand playing with my hair and the other one tapping the surface on the keyboard.

"I'm hungry," I said while I scrolled down the millions of spams, his hand stopped and he looked down at me with an arched brown. He nodded and continued speaking to the man on the other line while I dreamed about greasy unhealthy food. I reached for my backpack and pulled out an old energy bar from the bottom and just when I was about to take a bite it was yanked from my hands "Wha..." He simply bit half of it without giving me a single look and swallowed. I scowled and moved his hand away from me. I crouched and moved from his reach.

I was never a happy person when I was hungry and now I was pissed he had done that trick on me. I simply hated things like that; I couldn't handle discourteous acts. Trying to control myself I slapped the laptop shut and walked out of the room. I preferred to not pass as rude and wait for him to finish his call, I had no idea what kind of business this call meant for him and since I wasn't the types of him.

"Mad baby?"

Yes, I was mad; I could tell my face was red. It was silly that small things like that could make me act like a child. I didn't turn when he came following me, I just stood there looking out the window when his hands encircled my waist and pulled me back to his front melting my body to his, he felt the sagging of my shoulders, he knew the effect he had over me, it was too damn powerful for me to fight it, to deny it was like I was committing sin against us both.

"Yes," my voice came out breathy and short as his hands gripped me harder.

"Let me feed you," at first, I heard him say let me feel you, and it seemed like that was what he said because his hand suddenly cupped my middle for a few seconds and then he simply moved away, leaving eager for him to continue. I saw his reflection on the mirror walking back; he was cooking again, feeding me like he said. It was hard not to compare him to guys my age, all they wanted was to fuck, get drunk and have a good time while this man simply liked to take care of me and knew his place around the bed; he knew all the right places, the words to turn me on, all the right moves. He was simply a delicacy of a man and he was simply and totally mine. I couldn't control the feeling of possession that overpowered me, only a few weeks talking and he was mine.

The piece of chicken breast and vegetables was simple and a quick to make, I sat watching him work while I replied the incoming text of my friends that were already back to the city from our short vacations. Even when he was busy working on making the meal I could see him craning his neck or turning sideways to watch me type the countless messages and I enjoyed it. The disgust on his face when I laughed, his grunt when I almost fell on the floor with the voice message I got from my best friend.

"Having fun over there?" His voice sounded a little stuffy. He didn't know how much I was enjoying this.

"Too much," I said between laughs, I held onto the countertop for balance. Food flew out of my mouth and tears fell down my face.

He sat with a blank face looked at me for five complete seconds and started to take out whatever he was feeling with the poor dead bird on his plate. I tried to calm down and placed the phone face down on and tried to ignore it but every time it vibrated his grip on the silverware got tighter and his eyes smaller.

"My friend Jess said the funniest thing." I tried some small talk but he just continued eating, I stuck my tongue out and turned my attention to the food on my plate, if he wanted to play the game of silence I had a master's degree with two older brothers. I ate slowly and when I was done ignored him and walked to the sink to wash the plate. I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel and left him with his bad humor. He was an idiot, one moment he was playing and being too sweet and the other he was acting weird and ignoring me.