The Millionaire Chef

20 | a p o l o g i e s

While the staff was packing their belongings and leaving the building, Abigail hurried to his office. He sat there all by himself, gazing at the computer screen with an emotion she was unable to comprehend. His eyes were blazing with rage as he was furious, extremely furious. She was aware that she was to blame for everything because it was she who misunderstood him and laid the blame at his feet.

Abigail didn't realise in her misery that she pushed away the only person who actually looked at her. Who helped her out when she was in need even though she had started a war against him. He took her in when she had no one, he sat beside her in hospital when she should have been with family. He became her family, he did everything for her and in return what did she do? 

She judged him! 

She was mindful that he was aware of the fact she stood right in front of him, but he did not look at her. Taking a deep breath, she moved beside him, pulling his chair to her, settling herself in his lap, legs either side of him, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her.

Aaron stared back with empty eyes, "You know right I don't hate you" she asked her voice throaty with all the crying

He remained silent and unmoving, keeping her in his gaze. She listened to his silence and stared intently into his eyes, waiting for a response that never came. So, she did something that would at least get a reaction from him. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips enveloping his and her tongue delicately caressing his mouth, hoping to trigger any response. She remained stubborn, though, and his barriers remained firm. Every second that passed turned into an expression of guilt, an unspoken apology imprinted in the movement of her lips. Her kiss intensified with each second that went by, a silent cry to break down the barriers he had put up.

she drew back after not receiving a response, and looked at him with tears streaming down her face. "I guess I misunderstood," She chuckled through her tears, a bitter laugh punctuated her words, scooted off of his lap, thinking, 'Perhaps I am just another girl,' but his arms grabbed her waist, pulled her back, and their lips collided once more in a fervent kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their mouths moving in perfect synchronization. This kiss conveyed all that remained unspoken between them. No words were necessary to articulate their sentiments. Their feelings were expressed through the kiss, which was both everything and nothing between them. Aaron ate her up like she was his last breath and branded her lips with his with a single motion, marking her as his own like a territorial caveman. 

Even though they had doubts about one another before, they were now in acceptance about how they felt about one another. Their connection had now shifted from question marks to exclamation points. In the midst of this intense kiss, Abigail and Aaron's emotions entwined, erasing previous misunderstandings and doubts, forming a real connection. Their lips moved with a raw urgency, speaking a language only they understood. 

The doubts that had once troubled them seemed to have been consumed by the intensity of their feelings, creating a bond that was unbreakable. Abigail's fingers traced the contours of Aaron's face as they continued to kiss, trying to learn every feature. His hold on her waist grew tighter, bringing her impossibly closer. Only the two of them were present in this intense moment as the outside world appeared to vanish for them. 

Feeling their breaths mingle, they gently parted, and Abigail found herself locked onto his arms, Aaron kissed her forehead moving down to her temple then to her cheek and tracing kisses down to her neck. Responding to his unspoken initiation Abigail arched herself giving him access to her neck and offering her breasts to him. He pulled her more as his lips branded her skin, sucking and nibbing her neck leaving small but visible marks.