[12] Culinary Skill

‘Should I trust him?! Should I welcome the trouble or should I just protest? It's not that he's gonna value my resolution. So, despite being reluctant, I think I should give it a try since I have no other option except for this.' Maze pinched her lower lips while pondering in her head.

“Ummmm... The thing... You just..." Maze stuttered failing miserably to voice her question. His cold gaze was giving her really hard time to even breathe on let alone talk. Mustering up the left crumbled courage in her, she gripped the arm of the chair as her last straw," The thing you just said about leaving after…um…recovery, Should I believe in you?” She suspiciously looked at him trying to extract his expression from his blank face.

Imogen sighed and looked at her, “I don’t lie Tinker bell, I find it futile…Though I hate to repeat my word.

But let me restate once again for you," He shifted and straightened his back while assuring her through his oceany blue eyes," I would leave as soon as I recover. Did you hear it now or should I repeat once more?” Imogen asked while raising his one brow.

Maze gulped being fascinated by his sky blue eyes, which was one of the rare kinds of eye color she had ever seen. She felt with each reaction his eyes changed their color to deepen the meaning of his each spewed syllable. She responded as she felt her throat went dry, "No, I heard you."

"That's good. Now let's discuss something important." He spouted while uncrossing his legs.

"What is it?!" She asked squinting her eyes, with confusion in his eyes.

" I want my food on time. And buy me some luxurious clothes for sure, I don't wear cheap things. Don’t worry I will pay for all your money later. And one more thing.” He said creating suspense.

She looked at him expecting to hear something exciting.

“Do clean your house. It's remarkably sloppy... and smells as well" Imogen spoke grimacing his face in disgust.

Maze controlled her urge to roll eyes at Imogen and gulped her anger shortly responding with "Okay"

She gulped the insult down with a grain of self-realization since her house was really dirty.

But hey that's rude !!

'How dare he say my house is dirty. Although it is true yet he doesn't have the right. He even ordered me to feed and buy clothes for him. Arggghhh... Fuck...That too expensive one...*Sob sob* Life can't be worst than this' She cursed and beheaded him thousand times in her mind.

"Could you please untie me, my hands and legs are getting numb…” She said firing him a pleading eye.

“Only if you promise not to do anything stupid to provoke me with your antics,” Imogen said leisurely ignoring her blazing gaze.

“I know. And I won't...I love my life and wish to live long” Maze replied, her nose was flaring in anger.

Now in her own house, she has to stay like gues that too minding her each action.

Imogen shoved her a disappointed gaze, at the same time amused by her intrepidity. She was indeed enough courageous.

But the time was not for him to be amused. He darkened his face with the mask of ferocity.

“Angry me is a beast without any mercy. Trust me, Bellissimo, you would not want to see that side of me” Imogen counted

’Of course, you are a beast otherwise how could you be the Mafia Leader.’ She cursed in her mind

Maze bit her lower lips and looked at him “Since you promised to leave in time then why would I try to mess with you?”

Imogen nodded and untied her after warning her of the possible upcoming in his dangerous tone.

“You know I don’t trust anyone. But I am trusting you for the sake of saving me twice. Now go and prepare my breakfast.”

While rubbing her sore and numb wrists to continue the blood circulation, she looked at him and nodded.

“I would try my best” she replied.

She couldn’t go to work today because of Imogen. She yet has to clean her house as her house was really dirty. She herself can't remember when was the last time she cleaned her house.

She shuddered in fear while imagining the wreath, that would bestow upon her by her boss Fred. But at least Fred would not kill her for mistakes like the way Imogen would do.

She shook her head and tried to get rid of those nonsense thoughts.

She was moving towards the kitchen planning to warm the pasta she cooked last night but stopped hearing his word.

"Cook something light. I hate to have rich breakfast" Imogen counted, as he already figured what she was going to do.

She nodded her head and moved towards the refrigerator.

She opened the door of her mini-refrigerator and found an empty pasta bowl in it.

She rummaged throughout the pile of objects, most of which were already used, still, she forgot to throw the packets away. As a result, her refrigerator turned into an electronic bin for her.

But couldn't find the bowl of pasta she stored last night.

"It was really salty, I felt like puking after having the pasta" Imogen said moving towards the dining table.

She was wondering 'how did the rat finish the whole bowl of pasta?! More importantly, how did it enter inside the refrigerator?!'

But Imogen's sharp and bitter appreciation after eating her food made her go blind in fury. She wanted to yell at him but controlled herself pinching her nose bridge. She again grudgingly gulped the self probe down to her throat.

After letting out a deep breath she decided to prepare an egg sandwich for him. She brought out the egg case, ketchup, some Lettuce, and a pack of bread.

She checked the expiry date on the pack as she can't remember when she brought the bread.

She released a pleased smile, "Luckily it wasn't expired yet".

Despite being opposed, She entered the kitchen and started to cook. She lit the stove and leave the frying pan to heat up for a minute.

After that, she poured olive oil and cracked two eggs into the pan.

When the egg was a bit fried she threw the bread into it and wrap the egg with it. She chopped the lettuce and spread it into her egg bread and sprinkle salt grain and oregano.

And as a final touch, she added lots of ketchup to it. She was satisfied with her creation even though it was far away from being called the sandwich. With a contented smile, she prepared one for herself and one for him.

After about an hour, her so-called cooking was over. She arranged the food on the table and called him to eat. Imogen sat on a chair continuously glaring at her.

She served him the food and yelled in irritation as he was continuously staring at her, "What?"

"It doesn't seem like something that may need an hour of cooking," He said poking the food with the fork in his hand.

"Just eat it," She said in a low tone being embarrassed.

"What is this?! And is it edible?" He asked keeping the still expression on his face.

"It's a sandwich. And yes it's EDIBLE" She greeted her teeth, the unwanted guest was annoying her too much.

He didn't continue the argument and finished eating silently.

His silent manner of eating pleased her thinking she really cooked well. With a proud smile at the corner of her lips, she too finished her eating. She even profaned Ryan in her mind for always troubling her regarding her culinary skill.

After eating she asked him with curiosity, " How was it?"

He stared at her for a second before saying anything. She was too eager to know what his answer might be.

"You can just kill anyone with the culinary skill of yours," He said without changing his expression.

His answer burst all the bubble of her hope. She squeezed her face, "Aish….You could have lied at least"

"I don't lie" Her screaming seemed unnecessary commotion to him.

"You have to eat it if you want to live here. Or else cook by yourself" She said sulking.

He got more amazed by her way of treating him. It was his first time getting scolding by some random girl like this. He doesn't understand how he should react to this.

After eating she washed the plate somehow and prepared everything to clean his house.

Later she has to buy some cloth for him. Cause if she doesn’t, then she would surely go insane seeing a half-naked tattoed handsome man around her.