We were in tangled sheets the next morning when we woke up. Nick didn’t waste another second. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was on top of me. He showered me with passionate kisses and we started the whole passionate ride all over again.It was crazy. I have never felt like this in the past. I guessed it was different when you love the person you are with. It just magnifies every sensation, every thrill, and every emotion.By eleven o’clock, I forced Nick out of bed. “We need to have lunch with your family,” I reminded him.He groaned. “Oh yeah, that.”“Come on, Nick,” I said, raising a brow at him. “It’s your birthday. It’s only right that you spend it with your family.”“I want to spend it only with you.”“You did. Last night. And you will tonight. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”He gave me a mischievous grin. “Really? Tonight?” He pulled me toward him and gave me a kiss on the lips. “Is the wishing line open?”“Wishing line?” I echoed. He winked at me naughtily, I coul
Nicholas shook his head and then he pulled me to him, giving me a hug.I pulled away and stared back at him. “Why?”“Mom’s cooking skills didn’t improve. She just had a visit from a kitchen angel,” he whispered in my ear. I had to laugh at that. “Now you tell me you weren’t born to do this. I have at least five dishes on my plate. None of them disappointed me so far and you know I’m a very picky eater.”“I just helped your mother.”“I have a very good taste recognition skills and my mother never cooked like this. You didn’t just help her.”I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Your mother wanted to make you happy today. She went through a great deal of effort. I was just at the right place at the right time. So this is still all her.”He proceeded with eating his food and visibly enjoying it. “You know, I thought you went shopping all morning with Beatrice yesterday. How did you find time to cook with my mother?”Uh-oh! Do I tell on Beatrice? She deserved it! But then again, I didn’
When we got back to the States, Nick had a surprise waiting for me at home. I shrieked as I entered the kitchen.Oh my god!The kitchen looked entirely different. Before, there was a small countertop and some shelves beside the fridge. Now, the kitchen had been renovated to add a huge countertop with built-in cookers, ovens, and a black shelving unit to mask the newly installed exhaust. There were open shelves full of different spices and condiments in matching jars. The entire kitchen was complete with knives, pans, chopping boards, and every kitchen gadget I could think of.I picked up the note that sat on the countertop.Welcome home, kitten.I hope you agree that this kitchen fits a future chef like yourself.I love you.Forever yours,NickMy knees were shaking and my legs turned to jelly. I was fighting for breath when I turned around and found Nick standing by the entrance, grinning at me.“Do you like it?”“Oh my god, Nick. Why?”He shrugged and then he walked toward me. He sp
We were at Margaret’s diner by Saturday noon. The huge backyard had been transformed to hold the charity event. There were several booths set up and each one offers a different type of food or service. There were face paint and temporary tattoo stations, popcorn and snow cones, and craft tables. There was also a huge bouncing castle for the children.The people from the city barely knew about this place before. But today, a lot of people and families have come down to check out the place and I was extremely happy for Margaret. Brett and the band were already setting up on stage for their free concert. I think Rhythemes would be dry tonight but that was all right. Margaret would need the funds more than they do. And it was time the people discover this little diner for a cause that sits just outside the city.Nick wore a plain white shirt, denim pants, and white rubber shoes. I was wearing a pair of short denim jumpers, with a white sleeveless cropped top under it, and white sneakers.
Have you had those moments of mind-numbing pain? When the world suddenly stopped turning? The ground was suddenly gone under your feet and you felt as if you were floating in the air? When everything came crashing down to your face with a big, loud bang?Then when the world started moving again, it spun ten times faster and everything around you seemed magnified? The sounds were so much louder, things were so much bigger, everything felt cramped and crowded, you couldn’t breathe, and you felt the urge to scream.Well, that was exactly how I felt right now.I was locked in Nick’s embrace. I was hearing him say I love you over and over again instead of answering my question.I used almost all my strength to push Nick away from me. He staggered backward but took another step forward to retrieve me into his arms. But I held my hands up and said, “Stop!” in a raised voice. “Answer the damn question, Nick. Is. It. True?”Nick took a deep breath. And then he nodded. “Yes. I met your father f
“You said you went to Rhythemes, heard me, saw me, fell for me. Turns out you went there specifically for me. You were in pursuit of me, even before you heard me, or saw me.”He still didn’t answer.“It must have been quite a challenge that you couldn’t resist when my father first told you about it,” I said bitterly. “He wanted to test your charms on me, to change me. After all, you left quite a reputation here when you left a couple of years ago. You were an excellent gambler. No doubt you’ve mastered the art of poker face. You were practically made. At your age, you have a stable job, a beautiful house. You’re set. You wouldn’t be interested in my father’s money. You were perfect for the job. No one else fit the bill.”He remained quiet. It broke my heart even more. I wanted him to deny it! I wanted him to tell me I was wrong! But fuck! He just sat there and kept his mouth shut.“You just arrived to the States during that time. Fresh from your breakup with Margot after she turned to
I wish I could say that I was back in Nick’s house and in his life after twenty-four hours. I wish I could say we were back in each other’s arms within a week and that he proposed to me a month after. I wish I didn’t leave, and my life would have been a complete bliss. Nick would have taken care of me and we would have lived a simple but happy life. That would have been how I wanted my story with Nick to end.But life wasn’t always that simple, and it certainly was never easy. And just when you thought you got it all figured out, life throws you out of balance again.Two months. Twenty-eight days. Fourteen hours. Twenty-five minutes.That was how long it had been since I left Nick’s house. That was how long since I last saw him, since I last had a conversation with him.He calls. Every day. Sometimes more than once a day. He also sends me text messages at least three times a day: to say good morning, to remind me about lunch, and then to say good night.He writes, too. The longhand l
After that, everything was a blur. I felt as if I was floating like a zombie the past few days. I didn’t get much sleep, and it was as if I had matured ten years in a span of ten days. I suddenly needed to handle adult stuff that I wasn’t ready for: meeting with the police, talking to lawyers, and handling a funeral.Things happened quickly. And since an investigation was ongoing, and my father’s company was publicly listed, news of his death would hurt the company and, according to my uncle, my inheritance. He chose to have everything hushed. The funeral was opened only to blood relatives and there was no coverage on the media about it. We were also instructed not to talk to anybody without consulting with our lawyers first.The worst part of it all, I couldn’t talk to anyone about how I was feeling. No matter how bad my relationship with my father was, no matter what a madman I thought he was, he was still my father. And it was never easy losing a parent. Up until now, a part of me
Six months later, I graduated from the culinary school and became Austin’s sous-chef. I was getting excellent training from him, and the great thing about that was I didn’t feel like I was working at all. Every day was an adventure for me. Every moment was like play time. I was inventing my own fusions and Austin had considered including them in his official menu. Nick comes to New York at least three times a month. Whenever he had the chance to get away from work, he would come to me. And every time I spent with him was pure bliss, pure treasure. I have never been happier in my life. My happiness didn’t come without a price. I thought now that everything was going quite well in my life, I should let go of all the pain and anger I may still be harboring. There would no happiness without forgiveness, without healing. And to start with that, I forgave my father. The day after my graduation, I flew back to Salt Lake City to visit his grave. Nick went with me. I stared at the words on
I didn’t know how long I slept or how I got home. But when I opened my eyes, it was already morning. I realized I wasn’t lying down on the ground by the beach where I last remembered I was. Instead, a down feather duvet kept me warm as I lay comfortably on a firm mattress. The pillows, duvet, and bed covers were all white, matching the eggshell paint on the walls.At first, I thought I was in a hospital, but then I realized the bed I was in was far too comfortable and a lot wider than a hospital bed. Something about the room I was in was very familiar, as if I’ve been here plenty of times before.The next thing I realized was that I was completely naked under the sheets. I felt tired, as though I went through a rigid exercise regimen the night before. Apart from that, I was feeling a little sore there, too, in my most private part. Shit!Suddenly, I felt movement behind me. An arm draped over my waist and I felt warm kisses on my neck.I panicked!I was with a guy! I was naked! We ha
Ken“Ma’am, are you okay? Ma’am, can you hear me?”“Should we call the police?”I slowly opened my eyes and found the girl in Margaret’s diner and another guy looking at me with worried expressions on their faces. I looked around. I realized I was seated in the driver’s seat of my car, with the seat inclined. The girl was sitting on the passenger seat, holding up a small bottle of mint balm and the guy was kneeling by my car door.“What happened?” I asked, sitting up.“You fainted,” the guy said to me. “You’re lucky I was passing by when you dropped your phone and passed out. I caught you before you could hit your head. I called for help. Are you okay?”I nodded. “Th—thanks.”“Do you want to go to the hospital?” the girl asked.I shook my head. “I’ll be… I’ll be okay.”“Well, I found these on the ground,” the guy said. He handed me the pieces of my phone. “I think you’re gonna need to buy a new one.”He was right. The phone was broken that I doubt any service center could still put it
Nick.I wasn’t able to react immediately. I took a couple of hits before I came to my senses and docked and thwarted all her assaults. It took a while to convince her that maybe she was just late. I offered to get her a pregnancy kit just so she could be sure.I waited days for her to tell me that the tests came back negative, as I was sure they would be. I was positive I never touched her. How could I? I spent most of the night staring at her, watching her sleep. I was in love with her. When I do make love to her, I want her to want it, too. I wanted her to remember me. I wanted to be different from the others she had been with.I called her several times, but she was completely ignoring me. I was beginning to get worried. I realized, too, that since I backed out on my deal with her father, he would no doubt employ somebody else to charm her, woo her. Try to succeed where I failed. Well, I haven’t failed yet. In fact, I was only just starting. There were some things that I wanted to
Nick.I went inside the Rhythemes. This was new. The last time I was in town, this joint wasn’t here, not that it would make much of a difference to me anyway. I was not the type to frequent bars or go to one out of boredom. I didn’t fancy sitting at the bar, watching sex-hungry predators pick up their latest clueless prey.I would rather go to a card house. At least there, I could exercise my brains and make money out of it. No, I’m not a gambling addict. I just happened to be gifted at it. Am I counting cards? Well, where was the fun if you use mathematical equations and probabilities? But desperate times call for desperate measures.When I came back to the States, I had no family left to go to. My father was gone, leaving me with the only property he could afford. The house he left behind was too shabby and major repairs had to be done. I didn’t have enough money to build my dream house. But I couldn’t leave my father’s legacy looking like a shithole. I did what I had to do. In a y
“So, how are you doing?” I asked Brett when he visited me in New York. We were up having beer on the rooftop.“I’m fine,” he said, but his tone was not so convincing. I raised a brow at him. “By that, I mean I’m surviving information overload, trial by fire, meeting up with more people in a month than I ever did in my entire life, and trying to become the great Robert Clarke in approximately two hundred and fifty-five days. I’m losing my bachelor years too fast, but yeah, I’m all right.”I reached out and squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry. It could have been me, you know.”He nodded. “Yeah. You could have been in my shoes. But the thing is, I never dreamed of becoming a chef. I’ve always wanted to be a businessman. I can’t force this fate on you, too. It’s just things are happening too fast, too soon.”“Don’t worry, Brett. You’ll do great. Soon, you’ll be in Forbes magazine as one of the youngest, most successful CEOs in the country. It’s written in your stars. You were brilliant in schoo
Kitten,It had been six months, ten days, three hours and thirty-three minutes. I’m still waiting. Told you I would. Although I hope you never get tired of reading my letters. I will never get tired of writing them—until my last breath, remember?Brett wouldn’t tell me where you are but assured me you were okay. Right now, there is nothing more I wanted to do but to come to you. Nope, I won’t even hug you if you don’t want me to. I just want to make sure you’re okay, make you feel that everything is going to be all right. You’re not alone. You will never be.I love you, kitten.Tears were rolling down my cheeks when I read Nick’s latest letter. Brett comes to New York to check up on me once a month. He brought a bunch of letters and trinkets from Nick since he didn’t know about my new address.Nick was true to his word. He would not stop writing to me. He already said he was sorry. He gave me all the explanations in the world. He’d given me time to process and find it in my heart to
After that, everything was a blur. I felt as if I was floating like a zombie the past few days. I didn’t get much sleep, and it was as if I had matured ten years in a span of ten days. I suddenly needed to handle adult stuff that I wasn’t ready for: meeting with the police, talking to lawyers, and handling a funeral.Things happened quickly. And since an investigation was ongoing, and my father’s company was publicly listed, news of his death would hurt the company and, according to my uncle, my inheritance. He chose to have everything hushed. The funeral was opened only to blood relatives and there was no coverage on the media about it. We were also instructed not to talk to anybody without consulting with our lawyers first.The worst part of it all, I couldn’t talk to anyone about how I was feeling. No matter how bad my relationship with my father was, no matter what a madman I thought he was, he was still my father. And it was never easy losing a parent. Up until now, a part of me
I wish I could say that I was back in Nick’s house and in his life after twenty-four hours. I wish I could say we were back in each other’s arms within a week and that he proposed to me a month after. I wish I didn’t leave, and my life would have been a complete bliss. Nick would have taken care of me and we would have lived a simple but happy life. That would have been how I wanted my story with Nick to end.But life wasn’t always that simple, and it certainly was never easy. And just when you thought you got it all figured out, life throws you out of balance again.Two months. Twenty-eight days. Fourteen hours. Twenty-five minutes.That was how long it had been since I left Nick’s house. That was how long since I last saw him, since I last had a conversation with him.He calls. Every day. Sometimes more than once a day. He also sends me text messages at least three times a day: to say good morning, to remind me about lunch, and then to say good night.He writes, too. The longhand l