Faithful Sinner

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

   I sat on the bar stool as I watched Bates move swiftly from one side of the kitchen to the other. Grabbing food from his freezer and putting some pans on the stove preparing our dinner as he threw a kitchen towel over his shoulder wearing only a pair of navy pajama pants.

Watching him made my mouth water and the food isn't even cooking yet. I sit here and realization hits me, Bates and I only know each other a little. More like... we know each other's bodies physically. I haven't been in a long term relationship in a long while so I guess that's why I've had numerous encounters of hot steamy sex with a cop. But deep down, I do want the commitment, a strong honest relationship again.

Of course, I'd never just blurt that out to Bates, his reaction would probably be running for the hills so I'll just let him mention it....if he does.

He turns the stove top on while laying out a few pieces of cutlet on a cutting board, opening the cabinet, he pulls out some seasonings and sprinkles them on the steaks. I can see him perfectly as I'm directly across from him. His stove is made into his kitchen island. Propped up on my elbow, I catch myself smiling as I watch him.

"So, what's the master cooking for dinner?" I chuckle as trying not to get caught staring and smiling at him.

"Cutlet and stir fry, I hope that's okay..." he answers with a smirk as he gently lays the meat in the pan..

He can gently lay his meat on me....

No, I cannot be having those thoughts right now, he's generous enough to cook for me, don't spoil it. My concious scolds me. This is my opportunity to get to know him better.

"Sounds Perfect." I pulled by feet up on the stool and wrapped my arms around my knees. "So....Master Chef, tell me how you became a marvellous cook, it already smells delicious and I'm dying to know where your skills came from." I said with a smile. I noticed his smile faded as I said that making me regret asking the question.

"I started cooking as a child." He said as he's pouring in the ingredients to the stir fry.

"Well, that's impressive," I softened my voice but I noticed there was something hidden behind those green  eyes.

"Yeah, it's kinda long story-" he began to say with a nervous smile but I interrupted him, "all I have is time tonight, don't exactly have plans.... If you want to talk about it." I gently touched my fingers to his on the bar.  I wanted him to know that I was here for him and if he needed to let something out, I'd listen. I was also eager to find out how he began to cook as a child.

He looked at me and smiled, I could see relief flush his face. "Okay... " he said while nodding his head flipping the steaks.

"When I was seven, my parents would constantly argue, fight, throw things at each other because of my father's drinking. She knew he cheated on her but she put up with it because she loved him. One night, he came in late, I woke to their yelling and heard things breaking, I covered my head with my pillow. I heard my mother let out a blood curdling scream, and everything stopped. Just quietness.

There was no noise.

So I got out of the bed and walked to my mother's bedroom, I was afraid to look in there but I was curious to why she screamed. I peeked around her doorway and saw my father laying on the floor with a gun in his hand and a bullet hole between his eyes."

"Oh.... Bates, I'm so sorry." I said apologetically. I felt so bad for him, there was so much sadness and pain in his eyes that I could almost feel it.

"My mother went into a deep depression, she stayed locked inside of her bedroom. She stopped eating, stopped taking me places. So I taught myself to cook for my mother and I  both and take care of myself. She became ill shortly after I turned fifteen, I came home and found her in her bed, cold as ice."