Believe (BWWM) (On Hold)

I Love A Lot of Cream in my Coffee

Finally a day off to myself! Don't get me wrong. I absolutely love my job and all, but mama needs a day to herself. It's been two weeks since I sacked Zecharian and he hasn't so much as tried anything else, and I'm starting to get suspicious because it's out of the norm for him.

The school year is approaching and I have to start cutting my hours even though I am not to keen on doing so, but I've got to take it one step further in order to succeed and reach my dreams.

My mom has been calling me daily, and it's strange because she never really paid me any mind when I was home, let alone utter the words I love you. It's rough with my mom. I know I have it better then some others with their parents, but me and my mother will never have a close relationship. She's fantastic as far as providing the necessities, but I just wish she would’ve made me feel loved. It was always nonstop arguments. She'd bring up old things I've done, insult me with every name in the book, proceed to tell me how selfish and ungrateful I am, and never apologized. I'm not some poster child, and perfection is out of the question, but I never done anything to make her assume so. I may stay sheltered in my room, but did work. I made sure the house was tidy, and cooked for her occasionally, but it wasn't enough and I've come to accept that.

A knock on the door disturbed me from my thoughts. I didn't order anything so who could possibly be outside my door at 9:30 at night. I stirred my sauteing vegetables and flipped the chicken on the stove before going to look out the peephole. A knock sounded again.

“Guess who wild woman?” he chuckled. “I know you're in there so open up..”

Speak of the damn devil. Lucifer himself. Zecharian.

His P.O.V

The door slowly creaked open and I sent her a dazzling smile. She frowned and stood in the door way.

“Well aren't you going to invite me in cupcake? Wouldn't want little old me to freeze would you?” I taunted.

She grumbled and let me enter. Something smells absolutely fantastic.

“Is there any reason why you've decided to show up unannounced at my place at 9:30 in the evening Mr.Ansel?” she sighed.

So formal. Her foot tapped impatiently. “Why of course my dear. I had to visit my favorite employee...” I exaggerated.

“And how the hell do you know where I live?”

“Employee records of course, and not such a bad place..” I scanned the scenery. “But a really shitty neighborhood...”

“If all you did was come here to insult my home you can turn your pasty ass right back around where you came from pretty boy. Sorry if my living circumstances aren't up to your taste...moron” she mumbled the last part.

Such a feisty woman. That's what I lo-like about her. Never a dull moment I can assure you that. Even when she attempted to sever my balls on a silver platter. I can still feel the agony.

“Whatcha making?” I gestured towards the kitchen. “Food..” she snidely replied.

“What kind've food?”

“Edible food...” She rolled her eyes.

“So mean...” I teased.

“You have yet to see mean moron...” she grumbled and went to stir her food.

“Are you willing to be nice and share with me..” Hopefully this pouting face works.

She pretended to think real hard. “Nope...and I need to cut my hours down. School's approaching soon.”

Nice subject change. I understood whole whole-heartedly. “Can I at least taste the “edible food”..”I begged even though I'd rather taste the woman standing in front of me. The taste of chocolate and berries still lingers on my tongue. I wonder if she taste just as well in between those thighs. I am sure she does.

“Fine. I'll let you “taste” my “edible food” if you stop staring at me like I'm a 12oz New York Strip with a side of loaded mash.”

Her P.O.V

I watch his tongue move across his wicked lips as he tasted the first bite of my chicken. “Mmmmmm..” he moaned. I blushed and looked away. “What is this? It's absolutely fantastic. I could sell this as a meal...” His tongue darted across his lip and he made full eye contact with me, his eyes darkening towards a forest green.

“It's Lemon Garlic Chicken..” I trailed off, looking anywhere else but him.

This is wrong, so wrong to feel such things towards your boss. I've tried multiple times to deny it, but I can't.

“Any dessert...” his voice came out husky and strained.

Yeah, it's right here baby. Come and get it. I know you like chocolate. A small moan parted from my lips and I covered my mouth.

“-cough cough- I mean uh..strawberry cheesecake with a chocolate sauce...”His eyebrow quirked in amusement. “Sounds ravishing...” he bit his bottom lip, and looked at me through hooded eyes. “But I think chocolate is the only thing I'm feening for...”

Ohhh. Cliff hanger. :) She admitted to liking the pasty bastard. I knew she couldn't deny him for that long. Sorry about the boring beginning had to add some background info so you could know a little bit more about Jay. Thanks a bunch dear readers!

Sincerely,

Savvy