Forty- Four

Zyrielle's POV.

"Damn it," I muttered slowly as I saw Rain jubilating and wiggling his brows. This beef stew tasted so well and the burst of flavors on my tongue was to die for. I would say that this was my best meal so far that I had been privileged to taste and my head was practically spinning at this point out of deliriousness.

"What did you say, baby?" He inquired while raising his brows and making suggestive faces at me. "I knew that I was going to wow you. Look at you being short of words just at one spoonful of my secret recipe. I need to hear you call this a masterpiece." He said and I shook my head.

He was gloating quite alright but he truly deserved it. I wasn't sure that I could get someone who was as confident in their skills as he was.

"I said dammit because I didn't feel the taste. Something is missing here..." I wrinkled my nose acting as there it was trash despite knowing that it wasn't

I just wanted to bring down his ego but he wasn't letting me do that.