Dinner

Chapter 16 : Waiter Guy

Pic of Drew  

Lacey's POV

Hours go by and I'm still at my desk typing up multiple pages of one of my newer books.

Ever since I had gotten word from my agent saying that I had to have my book done in no later than a month, I've been on edge trying to get it done. But with my newest distraction, to say I've been procrastinating would be putting it lightly.

I gradually begin to feel tired as I continue flipping over more pages the further along I type. When I glance back I notice Jaxton's eyes are focused on me. I'm surprised he still hasn't moved or left. He's just been stuck in the same spot on my leather black couch.

Because of my career, I dedicated one of the rooms in my house for a working space, so I used the room right across from my bedroom for my work place, kind of like my personal office. It's got a window that looks down upon the city, a large black desk with over 6 drawers, 2 black leather black couches, a glass coffee table, a book shelf, a separate shelf with stacks upon stacks of printer paper, and lined paper, and a printer.

Out of all the rooms in this house, this is my favorite, it's like my personal hideout, whenever I wanna take a break from life.

"You almost done?," Jaxton asks out of nowhere.

Now holding my heart because I nearly had a heart attack, I turn around in my chair and look at him.

"Just about, but, we would have had to take a trip to the hospital as well if you didn't just give me a heart attack!," I roar.

He just looks at me and starts to make fun of me.

"Aww, did someone get scared," he coos, coming up to me and turning my chair around so that my face is level with his chest.

Leaning down, he plants a kiss on my forehead before teasing me again.

"I'm sowy, I didn't mean to scare you love," he teases in a baby voice. I almost burst out laughing but hold it in by biting my lip.

I then push him off of me before turning right back around to finish off the 60th chapter of my book.

The minute he hears me say "Done," he gets up and drags me and the chair to him, before smothering me with kisses. I laugh out loud before struggling to tell him to cut it out.

"E-enough! En-ough!," I burst into uncontrollable laughter and he picks me up off the chair and sets me down on the couch which he occupied not to long ago.

That's exactly how we spend the next hour. Tickling and just enjoying ourselves.

A couple minutes later he asks if I'm hungry, which in reply, I answer with "Yes."

Soon enough, he gets up and announces that he's making dinner.

He grabs my hand and pulls me off the couch, leading me downstairs and towards the kitchen before picking me up and placing me gently onto my marbled counter tops.

"What do you want to eat, love?," he asks, rummaging through my fridge for anything he can find.

"Apples?," he asks, pulling out a couple apples and holding them up in front of me.

I laugh before I question "Apples? You want apples for dinner?" I give him a concerned look.

"I'm just playin' baby," he jokes.

"Yea, Ok," I say while he continues to look through the fridge.

"How bout Alfredo?," he looks at me questioningly.