Gwen pov
"l did not have this in mind, when I told celebrate." I grumbled to myself, glaring at the oven. As though it was the cause of my misery. It was kind of, but not actually. Dave left to attend what he called a very important meeting, Emma ran mumbling something along the lines of kicking his pathetic face, I hoped and prayed whoever that guy is safe.
Now I am left alone, in my house trying to cook dinner. Chris and I were left to awkwardly stare at each other. Then we agreed that I would cook dinner and then maybe we could go out for ice cream. I didn't want to go to a restaurant with him, both of us in an enclosed space, no.
Now I'm in a shirt and blue washed jeans. My hair was pulled into a ponytail. Did I look bad? Am I underdressed? Do the jeans make me look fat? Will Chris think I look funny? The real question however is why does it matter? I certainly didn't give a damn what people actually thought. Then why him? Why did I have this weird reactions, butterflies in my stomach when he was near?
Why did I shiver to hear his deep velvety voice. I heard a knock at the door, he was here, should I stand casually near the stove, or maybe stick my head into the fridge as my cheeks turned bright for no reason.
Or maybe I should hold a knife to him you know as a welcome gesture. Gah why am I so bad at this.
"Hey I found some really good cinnamon buns, maybe you'd like them." He said casually placing a bag on the kitchen shelf, he removed his jacket and wrapped it on the back of the chair. I took in a breadth, this sounded so domestic like it was something we had done for so many years.
"I hope I was not too early." He sheepishly grinned when I didn't speak anything.
"No, I was just getting started on dinner." I said trying to ease of the tension.
"I don't know, how to cook but I can help."he admitted rubbing the back of his neck.
I smiled "well than looks like I'll have to teach you." Everyone needed to know how to cook, you should at least be in a position where you can fend for yourself.
I instructed him to chop up vegetables I set on the counter while I marinated the chicken and pushed it into the fridge. I was making chicken with stir fried vegetables. It was one of the easiest things to make, and was quick to whip up.
I wanted to start with something simple, because Chris didn't know how to cook, and scaring him with complicated recipes was a bad idea. I heard the sound of sniffing, puzzled I rubbed the corner of my eye. If I was not crying then who was?
I turned to see Chris vigorously rubbing his eyes, trying to chop the onions into equal pieces. Biting back a smile, I said "why don't you let me do this?"
"I'm sorry. I never tried cooking anything." He said. He hovered over and I guided him as he stir fried the vegetables. I put the chicken in the oven and set a timer.
"Now put some soy sauce." I told him. He gingerly took the bottle and added generous amount into the dish. I cringed, so much sauce would make it salty. But I didn't want to stop him, what can I tell him when he looked at me with hopeful wide grey eyes.
"Your doing great." I told him. Don't look at me like that. You don't know the number of calamities I caused in the name of cooking. You don't learn without going wrong. I took the chicken out of the oven and cut it into equal pieces. I had some of Dave's special lasagna in the fridge, maybe we could share that.
I had left a bottle of special wine in the fridge to cool. Both of us decided to sit in the living room and watch a movie while we eat. I scooped the food into two plates and brought it out to the living room while he chose the movie.
"I hope you don't want to watch chick flicks."he hollers.
I scoffed, why in heaven would I want to watch a cheesy romance movie when I have all those gory horror movies.
"Chris, you better put on a good horror movie." I warned him. We settled on the couch, I didn't serve him stir fry because honestly it had too much of salt. He didn't deserve to be discouraged because of one wrong step.
"This stir fry is good." I told him, pushing a bite into my mouth discreetly trying not to gag.
"Really?" He asked his eyes alight, as though he had just received a big award. I gave him a thumbs up, and took one more bite, which made him even more happier. He slapped his hand to the couch and joked about how he should open a restaurant.
"Here let me have a bite." He asked looking expectantly, with those big grey eyes of his.
Dammit how am I gonna tell no now. Curse my life."No, this is too good to share." I told him taking larger bites. I didn't want him to taste it and feel bad about the salt. Chris opened his mouth to argue, but then settled back and resumed eating flashing me a mega watt smile.
Not being used to eat so much salt I ended up having a coughing fit and excused myself to drink water.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked as I came back.
"What?"
"Gosh, this is so horrible, I can't even take a bite and you almost finished it. I'm such a horrible person. I'm so sorry, it's just that I've never cooked and you had to eat that horrible thing." He rambled.
I kissed his cheek and that shut him up, his jaw dropped he stopped mid ramble. His ears and nose were turning red. Don't ask me why I kissed his cheek? I don't know. I panicked and it shut him up.
Yeah every time you panic, you just happen to kiss a person.
I wonder where she disappeared.
"It was not bad for your first dish. You should know, I messed up a lot of dishes before learning to make a decent meal. It's good okay now calm down." I assured him.
He opened his mouth to no doubt apologize again. I narrowed my eyes at him and said "you say say sorry one more time, then see what happens."
That shut him up and he sat back down. I grinned at my victory. Both finished eating what we could and then devoured ice cream.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Chris said heading towards the door.
"Yeah, bye." I told him sincerely. He hesitated slightly and then pecked my cheek causing me to turn bright red, eyes wide, my nose embarrassingly red I was quite a sight.
He grinned at my state and went out, I quickly shut the door and crashed on a chair. I was grinning like a fool, why I don't know?
When do you know anything?
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The Two Billionaires
RomanceGwen Carter, the top of the food chain. A billionaire who owns the world. No one knows, who she is or where she comes from. All they know is if you mess with her, you will go straight down to hell. Christopher Smith, comes from a family of...