83- About Arabella

Aniya had been busily cooking for the last two hours. She wanted it to be perfect. The dinner, a romantic movie, and then getting fu*cked by Derek.

Woah. What a combo!

Tonight, it was more difficult to cook due to this familiar burning in her core.

“Come on, Aniya. Focus! Focus on dinner,” she scolded herself and got back to work. She wanted to get done with it before his arrival.

However, she had to look at the clock when the doorbell rang.

“Hello,” Derek as always had brought flowers for her. Raising his face, he sniffed the air, “What are you cooking?”

“Your favorites,” she took his jacket and went back to the kitchen. He strolled over to the huge crystal vase and placed the bouquet in it.

While she was busy stirring the pot, he filled a jug with water and left the kitchen to pour it into the vase. She had just covered the dish when he was again behind her and turned her into his arms,

“We could have ordered something. Why are you making yourself tired?” he placed his finger