Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 10: Jack Frost Melting Elsa's Icy Heart

Chapter 10: Jack Frost Melting Elsa's Icy Heart

Trying to calm my raging heart was harder than I thought and the snippets of what I did at the bar was not making anything better. I furiously shook my head, my headache long forgotten, as vivid flashbacks of me dancing- more like, flailing like a whale- with Blake filled my mind. I pinched my cheeks a couple of times, trying to at least put some sense into myself but all it did was make me curse when the assault stung. The room felt like a boiler room and the longer my psychotic mind dwell on Blake's parting words, the more I felt the heat consuming me.

I don't like what I'm feeling, at least I kept on telling myself that, but everything in me proved otherwise. Blake was what you would call temptation in flesh, he was slowly yet irrevocably stealing my virtue once again; if I wouldn't be careful, I'm in danger of being tainted- of turning out like my mother, a cheater.

Rosy cheeks with brown eyes glittering stared right back at me, my black ringlets framing my face wildly. I tried blinking a couple of times as I continued gawking at the girl staring past me at the mirror, she looked alive and happy, I almost did not recognize myself. I didn't try to degrade myself for once,

And even though I hate to admit it, I have no one to thank for but Blake. He was turning my life upside down.

***

Back when my life was what you would call normal, my mom used to bake these mouthwatering cupcakes that could melt even the most frigid of icing into a pool of raving nutella liquid and I would often pester her in teaching me how to bake. I would squeal happily when she would succumb, almost begrudgingly, and after setting our kitchen on fire accidentally, she threatened to cut off my supplies of Ben n' Jerry's if I ever tried to set foot in the counter and let's just say that ever since then, me and cooking were sworn enemies- we'd never get along together.

But the real matter at hand was seeing Blake effing Michealson looked anything but delicious as he paraded half-naked, his abs for display, on his little kitchenette- stewing some meat soaked in a brown liquid, don't judge I'm not really good in foods and stuffs.

Watching him own the kitchen set my blood on fire, there was something hot in completely taking in the view of a man who knew how to cook. I may or may not have a slight fetish for that kind of man, and to see him do what I've always fantasized my boyfriend doing for me in the flesh, let's just say it wasn't good for my fragile state. Nate and I were alike that way, we sucked when it came to cooking and in his defense, he told me that that's where his maids would come into play. And we lived in ordered pizzas and pasta since then.

"Don't just stand there and tempt me Angel." Blake was currently chopping bell peppers and tomatoes, his ripped back facing me. "Come here and help me."

He angled towards my direction, still cutting on his chopping board, and probably wanting to assure himself that I did not turn into a Medusa-made statue, his quirked eyebrows fully greeted me. "I don't bite Maddie." Blake's infamous smirk made my heart skyrocketed again, blame it on my hormones. "Not yet." His arrogant smirk downing my awe, being replaced by slight irritation.

Holding his knife towards my direction, his brows arched in that way I've both hated and liked, Blake motioned for me to come closer. "Are you that scared of burning my place Maddie? Don't worry, I have a fire extinguisher at my room. Now, c'mere and help me cut this shit."

I scowled at his smiling face when he mentioned the 'incident' at our kitchen; much to my dismay, immediately after my mom scolded me and the fire put out, my traitor twin all but run at Blake's house and told him of what had happened, which resulted in the both of them blackmailing me for weeks in doing their chores- some brother he is.

"Don't blame me for what will happen." Blake just laughed when I purposefully bumped him and snatched the knife from his calloused hands. "Burn you devil." I muttered irritably to which he just guffawed in answer. Great, now I remember why I hate this asshole in the first place.

The minutes were shared in comfortable silence as I finally mastered cutting the veggies in perfect rectangles and right now, I was frying the said rectangles a little too perfectly. If my mom could see how good I'm doing at this very minute, she'll be proud- her disastrous cooker of a daughter turned pseudochef. Okay fine, who the hell am I kidding?! I am far from doing great, in fact if I'm being honest at myself, I literally sucked now than before, the friggin oil stinging my skin.

"Aw you stupid oil! That fucking hurts! God, this is why I hate cooking." I jumped backwards as the oil hit me once again, the sight of my poorly cut veggies hurting my ego. "That's it, I'm never gonna cook. Do you hear me? I'm never going to hold a pan again, never!"

"Then how are you going to eat Angel?" A low chuckle from my back made me conscious again of Blake's presence, his strong arms at my sides- sandwiching me between his body and the counter- his warm breath blowing at the nape of my neck.

Moving forward was the only thing I could think of if I wanted to draw even a miniscule distance between us since he was making me irrational once again but that proved to be a wrong move, I was closer to the fucking stove than I'd ever been. "Move backward Blake. I swear I'm going to castrate you the minute I get out of your hold."

Blake just smiled at my threat, he looked too happy at my expense. "Nah-uh. You're amusing to watch Angel, besides you feel good in my arms." He winked at my scrunched up face. "Don't change the subject Maddie, how would you eat if you cannot even be bothered to cook? This is charity, I'm teaching you for free. Aren't I a saint?"

"You wish." I muttered darkly, currently thinking of ways on how to kill the man. If this is his idea of education, I don't want to be a part of it. He was literally forcing me to endure the sharp stings of oil, if I knew any better, I'd say he was doing this to punish me. "I'd probably just marry a man who excels in cooking, that way I'd both enjoy eating delicious foods and not be bothered with cooking for myself."

"I take it that your jerky wimp of a boyfriend doesn't know how to cook?" Blake smiled smugly at my red face. At his mention of Nate, palpable guilt gripped me. Here I am, busy flirting with my arch nemesis while he was out to who-knows-where. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat as I remembered his harsh words, 'Maddie's always on the impression that someone wants to do her wrong. It's not my friend's fault that her confidence is slim to none', and just like that my guilt poofed out. He couldn't even bother to contact me, I wouldn't be the one saying sorry this time.

"Too bad for him, I happen to be good in cooking. You going to marry me Angel? Don't worry, there's a cooking class we both could take. You literally suck at cooking." Blake's voice brought me back to reality, his words registering in my head.

"W-what are you-

"Haha. You looked cute when you're shocked Maddie. No need to answer, I know you will."

Kicking him in the shin, I threw the flour at his face. "You idiot!" And that's where I had my first food fight.

***

"Remember Maddie, the moment the stack fell, you'll be mine." Blake stated smugly as he watched me concentrating on pulling out a plastic block from the stacks. He was dressed casually in white cotton shirt and grey jogging pants, looking a runway model nonetheless.

After we thrashed his kitchenette and pigged out, we were forced to clean the mess up and that's where this idiot suddenly gotten the idea of playing Uno Stacko and turning the whole game into a gamble. Whoever wins would have the loser as a slave for one whole week.

"Shut up. Don't distract me."

He smiled wickedly at my irritation. "As you wish baby." And made the motion of zipping his lips shut. I chose to ignore his endearment since I knew he wouldn't listen to what I'll have to say.

Wiping my palms at the front of his grey sweatshirt that I borrowed once again, I made the motion of pulling out the blue block when his doorbell suddenly ring.

"Wait a momen Angel." Blake winked at me before standing up and walking towards his front door. He opened the mahogany door and gasped in surprise before a small midget crashed against his legs.

"Daddy!" The midget said, making the stack fell on the floor. I'm in trouble.