The Millionaire Chef

07 | i n t e r v i e w

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"You look sexy," Aaron said, he stood leaning at the doorstep staring at the angel in front of him wearing his crimson shirt. She could set up a fire with that body of hers.

"Stop staring, it's creepy," she said annoyed. Abigail stood at the window staring at the stars they looked mesmerizing. The moon wasn't present in the sky, the stars were only twinkling and guiding the light to the complete sky

"I ain't a creep"

"You're acting like one"

Abigail didn't even spare a glance at him, he was on his player ways and she was abundant to not fall for his charms. She can't risk her heart he isn't constant. They wouldn't last. The thought of being together never occurred to her uptil now. He took her in even in her most miserable times as well. He sure was a keeper but a player as well.

He's even acting like one, she can just play pretend with him, a little light-hearted flirt, and little teasing won't kill anyone but the attachment is going to cost her heart which she isn't ready for. The new feelings towards him most probably towards his soft and yearning behaviour is something which is invading her territory. She can't figure it out but she already knows what is she risking after. Her heart.

Aaron walked forward and stood beside her she ignored his presence and kept staring at the starry sky, the cool breeze lightly hit her face making her hair flew in the air giving her inner peace. It was quite illogical of her to find peace at someone else's place instead of her own.

Aaron looked at the gorgeous, beauty in front of him he was stunned, he has met countless women in his life but never has he ever seen someone this closely, stared at someone so particularly in detail. Her beauty was worth admiring. The first time he saw her picture the thing that caught his eye was her eyes. They were ocean blue but spoke volumes. She wore confidence like a second skin but the past two days he saw her confidence is nothing but a facade she carries everywhere and pretends as if it's her second skin.

When he first met her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was exquisite. It was the only word that could describe her. For a moment he thought god might have taken a holiday to carve something that exquisite. She had a perfect body and legs but her ocean blue eyes got him hitched, her sharp jaw and those perfect lips got him under a spell he never knew existed. She was perfect from every angle as if every inch of her was carved in detail.

Looking at her didn't give him any peace, she had begun to intervene in his dreams, she was the most gorgeous nightmare he wanted to have that nightmare once in his bed. He wanted to have the pleasure to pleasure this exquisite woman but she was feisty, sarcastic, and even arrogant. A deadly dangerous combination that he craved like a moth to fire he just couldn't resist.

She never once spoke to him apart from work, she never once looked at him not even a glance as if for her he never existed. He did all he could do, tried to apply all his player ways but none worked later he just accepted his defeat. She helped Natalia and Ashton in their difficult times, helped them get Nicholas justice. These were the reasons he gave himself for helping her out.

He told himself he helped her in Germany out of humanity, he helped her in Italy cause she helped his friends. He was finding ways to get into her skin, get to know her more. He is a player: never constant to any woman, there is always a possibility of him getting bored and moving onto different women and even know he is lusting behind her. Now that she is in his house wearing his shirt looking like fire control was losing his game.

Still, Aaron Silverton lived by a few rules, never mess personal and professional life. Second, he would never do anything to any woman until she doesn't willingly accept it. Third, he would never do anything by force nor any bets, for him woman aren't toys. Fourth, helping a person irrespective of what the equation they share.