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Chaos In The Kitchen
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She yelled at him even more.” Katya said “What happened?”“Well, he yelled because she burned the first batch. She yelled because he didn’t tell her how long they should stay in the oven. They don’t understand each other, but it’s hilarious.”We watch them quietly from the doorway.“What happened with the second batch?” I ask. “Did that burn too?”“The second batch was fine. They took it out when the boys came in for lunch. Everyone grabbed one or two, and in five minutes, they were gone.” Katya laughs. “Oh, Nila was furious.”“Why? Did she want to eat them all herself?”Katya gives me a mischievous smile, like a cat who’s caught a mouse. “No, Adrian. She was mad because they didn’t leave any for you.”At that moment, Nila looks up, our eyes meet, and she gives me a smile that feels like the sun breaking through the clouds, warming me. I find myself wishing this moment was real and not just an act. Her heels click on the floor as she walks over to me, the sound echoing in the space.
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I don’t think he’ll ask me to explain, but he does. His question catches me off guard. “Why not? Is it because of the wheelchair?” His tone sounds casual, but there’s something hidden in it that I can’t quite figure out. I stop watching the crowd and meet his eyes. “No, it’s because I’m not some obedient little dog, Mr. Di Salis.” Adrian laughs softly, shaking his head as he takes another sip of his drink. “What happened?” I nod toward his legs. “You don’t waste time or beat around the bush do you, Nila?” “Would you prefer I did?” “It was a car bomb,” he answers, voice calm but clipped. “Shrapnel tore through my right knee and shattered it.” “Does it still hurt?” “Like hell,” he replies, then downs the rest of his drink. “You have money,” I say. “Can’t you get some sort of surgery?” He leans back in his chair, a faint smirk on his face. “Turns out, there are things even money can’t fix.” “That sucks,” I reply with a shrug. “At least you can afford to buy a wife
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Tempting, but that’s not what I want from him. “I need an answer to a question,” I say. “Is that possible?”My choice seems to catch him off guard. I notice it in the way his eyes widen, just slightly. And he doesn’t seem too pleased. “It depends on the question.”“In that case, I’ll have to pass, Mr. Di Salis.” He looks at me, then laughs, causing several people to glance our way. “You sure make things difficult, Miss Roberts.” He leans closer and whispers in my ear, “Ask away.”I can hardly believe he agreed. Adrian doesn’t seem like the type to accept anyone’s terms. He must really want that painting. I meet his dark, calculating gaze while my mind runs through several thoughts.“Why do you need a temporary wife, Adrian? You’re handsome, rich, and powerful. I’m sure there are plenty of women who’d marry you without a second thought. Why spend millions of dollars when you could have a wife for free?”“Because I don’t want a permanent one, and the business situation right now require
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She yelled at him even more.” Katya said “What happened?”“Well, he yelled because she burned the first batch. She yelled because he didn’t tell her how long they should stay in the oven. They don’t understand each other, but it’s hilarious.”We watch them quietly from the doorway.“What happened with the second batch?” I ask. “Did that burn too?”“The second batch was fine. They took it out when the boys came in for lunch. Everyone grabbed one or two, and in five minutes, they were gone.” Katya laughs. “Oh, Nila was furious.”“Why? Did she want to eat them all herself?”Katya gives me a mischievous smile, like a cat who’s caught a mouse. “No, Adrian. She was mad because they didn’t leave any for you.”At that moment, Nila looks up, our eyes meet, and she gives me a smile that feels like the sun breaking through the clouds, warming me. I find myself wishing this moment was real and not just an act. Her heels click on the floor as she walks over to me, the sound echoing in the space.
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He does the same for each pair of shoes, and by the time we finish, I’m feeling seriously excited. I didn’t know my feet could be so sensitive, or maybe it’s just the way Adrian kept gently caressing my ankle each time. I’m starting to think that if Adrian touched any part of my body, it would feel the same way. But I know I’ll never let that happen.“We’re getting all of them,” he says, motioning for Dimitri, who’s standing by the entrance.“Are you out of your mind?” I whisper so Dimitri doesn’t hear. “Let’s just take one pair.”“No.”“Adrian!”“All of them, Nila. Smile now.”“Thanks, honey, I love them!” I smile brightly at him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.“Dimitri will take you to the art store, then to the car. Wait for me there. I need to run to another store and I’ll join you soon.”“Oh, that works. I’m not great at finding my way around new places.”“I know, love. Don’t worry, it happens to everyone.” He gives me a fast kiss on the lips and heads out of the store. I
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