Something That Makes You Hot

Today was very tiring!

 

I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the company I worked for. It was like holding the flag of freedom that had been imprisoned. Where to go now? I have nowhere to go.

 

A glimpse of memories emerged. Usually, at times like this, I would be so excited to go home and see Martin. But now that damn man is... I didn't want to think about him anymore. I finally chose something fun that a single person usually does. Having fun. Looks like I should start by shopping for something.

 

I walked through the shopping district to a mall usually visited by upper-class people. With my current clothes, of course, I won't get kicked out. The blazer I wear is as expensive as the car parked in my garage. Too bad the blazer I'm wearing is an old model. I haven't gone shopping in a long time because I've always spent all my money on Martin's and my needs. Damn! The thought of that unfaithful man should go away right now. Who the hell is he? How dare he take over my mind. From now on, I will only think about the important things.

 

"Can I help you?"

It's been a long time since I've heard such a friendly greeting. Suddenly, I felt like a queen. Being served as comfortably as possible. This place is exclusive!

 

I sat on a soft sofa with an elegant floral scent. "Bring everything you have. I want to look around!"

 

Wow. It feels like I haven't been this pretentious in a long time.  I felt so great. Being served and choosing expensive clothes, shoes, and bags. It turns out being single isn't so bad after all. I can do something that pleases me without having to bother about my partner.

 

This fun shopping activity ended when I realized that I had packed one dress, one blouse, two shoes, and four bags! That's amazing. Even though I wasn't poor, I hadn't done this much shopping since dating Martin. That guy thinks I'm from the commoners and asks me to save money.

Ah, that's quite ridiculous.

 

My stomach was rumbling when the car I was driving pulled into the driveway. I smiled to see Asher's car still parked on the right side of my yard. That means he's still here. Tonight. Something naughty flashed through my head, and my hungry stomach messed with it.

 

"Well... it looks like you guys are already running amok here." I rubbed my starving stomach. I carried the shopping bag and threw all my groceries in the living room. Let someone take care of it later. There would be servants coming tomorrow, and my energy had been depleted since I went shopping earlier.

I decided to cook something for myself to eat. My feet stepped steadily into the kitchen. The clinking of hells against the marble floor made noise. I'm not used to walking slowly and elegantly like the rich women I know. I was used to my style as an ordinary woman. I didn't care about the rules and ways of rich people. But now... the old Daphne has returned. I guess I'd better start small. Something that makes me more... classy! I'll prove that I'm not someone who can be easily underestimated.

 

 

The kitchen is spotless. It's amazing! There must be no food here. So I opened the two-door fridge used to store all the groceries and was bewildered at the variety of contents. Vegetables, meat, fish, chicken, and spices are stored in containers. What the hell is this? Everything looks confusing.

 

I decided to take everything one by one. As I was organizing all the ingredients and thinking about what I would cook, a hand around my waist startled me. I immediately turned around and prepared to open my mouth to scream. But a hand held my lips and kept me silent.

 

"Sttt... it's me."

"You scared me!" I squealed and almost felt angry. I thought someone had snuck in, or it could have been a thief. I heard the neighborhood was getting unsafe.

 

Asher didn't seem to care about my seemingly excessive emotional reaction. He looked around. "What are you doing in the kitchen at this time of night?"

Before I could answer, my churning stomach showed me why I was in the kitchen.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" Asher looked at me with his calm gaze.

I nodded. I was indeed starving. Asher smiled and rubbed my cheek gently.

"So I messed up your cooking program, huh?" Asher looked at all the ingredients I had lined up.

I shrugged. "I don't even know what to make. So far, my cooking skills have only been baking bread and potatoes and making fried eggs."

 

I felt ashamed to admit it. I rarely cook unless I'm in an urgent hunger situation like now. Suddenly, I felt like I had failed to be a perfect woman. I felt bad for admitting my weakness of being unable to cook before Asher. He would prefer a traditional woman who could cook for him someday. Who would want to marry a woman who could only serve burnt omelets or toast daily?

 

"I'll make you something. Tell me, what do you want?" Asher rubbed my cheek. He probably thought that my sad face was because I was starving. He should think that than that he knows my fear.

 

"Whatever. I'll eat everything you make," I said weakly. To think that I was incompetent at cooking and Asher was now offering to cook food for me meant that Asher was good at cooking.

"No, no, no. You just tell me what you want. I'll make whatever you want to eat." Asher said solemnly.

 

I thought for a moment. What about spaghetti?

 

"Can you make spaghetti?" I asked hesitantly. It's quite a difficult dish to make. But it's my favorite!

 

Asher nodded. "Of course I can, Daphne. But I have to find some flour first to make the noodles."

 

Asher then opened the food storage cabinet under the stove. He took out vegetable oil, flour, pepper, and other ingredients I didn't know the names of. Asher sorted out all the ingredients I took out of the fridge and put them back. He said that the unused ones should be stored.

 

"What toppings do you want me to make for the spaghetti? Shrimp, chicken or ...."

 

"Whatever you make for the toppings. I'll eat them all." Honestly, I didn't want to trouble Asher, and I really didn't want to put him in trouble because of my various desires.

 

Asher smiled again. His smile was charming. In just a few moments, I had been showered with his loving smile. How could I not be flowery every day? The image of Martin and his pain occasionally appeared, but it didn't hurt me as much as the days before something happened between me and Asher.

 

"I'll make the most delicious spaghetti for you. You'd better sit quietly and wait. How's the princess?"

 

I nodded. Asher was cooking and had his back to me. I felt that he was very sexy while cooking. His broad shoulders twitched as his hands were busy mixing ingredients. His slim waist and round ass. There was something inside me that made me feel a strange feeling while observing her. My body felt like it was being electrocuted when I watched him for too long. He's such a sexy guy! Even much sexier than Martin. Come on, Daphne... how can you think so strangely of your father's friend?

 

I waited patiently. The moments of waiting were not boring at all as I enjoyed the sight of Asher's sexy and athletic body, which made my naughty thoughts run wild. I smiled, imagining what if I invited Asher to my room tonight and gave him something hot in return for his cooking.

 

Turns out I was daydreaming. Asher clapped his hands in front of my face. It snaps me out of my passionate, wild, and naughty daydream.

"What's wrong? You're daydreaming while biting your lip. What are you thinking about?"

 

Asher's question embarrassed me. Biting my lip? Seriously.

 

But Asher didn't prolong his question. When I didn't answer, he just shut up and smiled again while handing me a plate of hot spaghetti topped with chicken and a delicious bolognese sauce.  Wow! I had no idea that Asher had such great cooking skills.

 

"This... this is amazing!" I praised the look of Asher's cooking. A fragrant aroma wafted by my nose. I'm sure it will be delicious.

 

Asher forgot to get a fork for me. I moved from my chair to get it. When I was almost there, the fork I was holding fell to the floor. I crouched down to pick it up. When I raised my head, right next to my face, something protruded from inside Asher's pants. He had been tense since earlier and still managed to restrain himself from cooking me food.

 

"You're ...."

"Hey, are you okay?"

When I looked up, Asher's handsome face made me even more flustered. I felt like asking him to touch me right away. Why? Why am I like this?

 

"Your face is red. Are you okay, Daphne?" Asher held my cheek. Oh god... now I can't breathe. Asher's was huge. I can imagine the size.

 

"Hello! Daphne! Are you okay?"

This time, Asher shook my body, and I instantly snapped out of my reverie of dirty thoughts. "Yes. Yes, Asher. I'm fine. Thank you for your cooking. I want to eat now."