Zero Cooking Skills
After our mind-blowing kiss, we arrived at the airport, where a sleek Lamborghini was already waiting for us. Now, we are driving to his residence in his fancy car.
"Am I going too fast?" he asked, stepping on the gas.
"Yes, you are," I replied, though strangely, I wasn't even a little bit scared. Maybe it was the way he handled the steering or just the confidence that oozed from him. Standing beside him felt like standing next to an army of thousands.
He gave me a side glance and smiled. If he knew how sexy he looked when he did that, he should charge a thousand bucks per smile—I would gladly pay.
"Just up ahead is my residence."
Calabar was beautiful, calm, and cool. I wouldn't mind spending my days here. When his residence came into view, I gasped. It was a marvel of mankind. The big gate opened, revealing a simple yet breathtaking home. Unlike Henry's extravagant mansion, this house had a big lawn with flowers adding to its charm. The white-painted exterior made it look like something straight out of a foreign magazine. Simple but unique.
He drove into the parking lot, where even more luxury cars were stationed.
"Is this your permanent residence?" I asked as he opened the door for me.
"Yes. Though I'm hardly around, this is my parents' house. After I became an adult and left Henry's house, I started living here."
"Wow. I don't know how many more surprises I can take in a single night," I admitted, and he smiled.
"Come on." He led me toward the entrance, where a well-dressed man stood waiting.
"Welcome, sir," the man greeted him.
"How have you been?" Alfa asked.
"Fine, sir."
"Good evening, sir," I greeted, noticing he was old enough to be my father.
"Good evening," he responded politely.
"This is my guest. You can retire for the night," Alfa instructed, and the man gave a nod before leaving.
"You're bossy, you know that?" I teased.
He simply shrugged. Well, who in his shoes wouldn't be bossy? I still loved him like that.
"Come on, let's go inside," he said, leading me in. Surprisingly, there were no maids or servants in sight.
"No servants?" I asked while standing at the doorstep.
"Nope. They come around noon to tidy up the house, mostly when I'm not around. I don't like having people who aren't family around me all the time," he explained before leading me inside.
I forgot what I was about to say the moment I saw the interior of his house. It was like heaven on earth. One surprise after another.
"You truly are rich," I muttered, making him chuckle.
"Make yourself at home. Let me fix something up," he said before leaving. I simply nodded and began wandering around. Normally, I wouldn't move from where he left me, but I wanted to see everything in this house.
I walked down a hallway lined with pictures. Instantly, I knew they were from his childhood—memories of him and his parents. A portrait of his father and mother caught my eye. His father was tall, just like him, but he had his mother's eyes. There were countless photos of him with his father, and I giggled when I saw one of him crying as a toddler.
"Your cuteness runs deep," I murmured, moving along until I came across an art portrait of him with both parents. It was strange because he looked about ten years old in the picture, but his mother had died at childbirth. I'd have to ask about that later.
I continued exploring, marveling at how each room's lights automatically flipped on as if sensing my presence. It was surreal. Then, I stumbled upon what seemed like an underground pool area, but the night sky was visible, meaning it was an outstretched part of the house. Instead of going back the way I came, I followed another door, entering what seemed like a bar. The space was large enough to accommodate at least a hundred people, complete with a snooker table. This house had everything.
Eventually, I found the kitchen—bigger than most hotel kitchens. Everything was spotless, a testament to the servants' efficiency. But as hunger gnawed at my stomach, I remembered Alfa said he was fixing something. Was it food?
Trying to head back to the entrance proved harder than I thought. How embarrassing—to get lost inside a house! I refused to call him, knowing he would tease me endlessly. So, I kept opening doors, but instead of familiar spaces, I discovered more surprises.
Finally, I entered a smaller kitchen and stopped short. Alfa was standing with his back to me, his head hung low.
"Your back is missing its usual confidence," I remarked.
He turned to me, eyes teary, smoke rising from a pan on the stove.
"I... was trying to fix you something," he sniffled between words. "Turns out I have zero cooking skills."
I gushed at how adorable he looked. Walking over, I took his hands. "Is that why you're crying?" I asked, holding back laughter.
"I'm not crying. The onions made my eyes teary," he defended, pointing at the offending vegetable. "I endured it, but when I sliced the pepper, I wiped my tears, making it worse. My eyes are puffy red." He pouted. "I also burnt the meat and cut myself." He showed me his fingers.
I giggled, unable to hold it in.
"My misery is your entertainment," he pouted again.
"Zero sense of direction, zero cooking skills... what other zero do you have?" I teased, smiling.
"I guess we have to find out," he smirked.
"So, what were you trying to cook?" I asked.
"Fried rice. I swear I've watched it being made a thousand times! Maybe it's the hunger interfering with my brain."
There was no end to his cuteness. I lost myself and kissed him.
"You're welcome to shut me up like this anytime," he grinned.
"Let's just fix something simple and watch Naruto while we eat," I suggested.
"Splendid!" He grabbed bread, butter, and a knife. "Would you like mayonnaise or any other spread?"
"Butter is fine."
He placed the items on a silver tray and asked, "Which beverage would you like?"
"Let's make tea."
As he prepared it, I tried to help, but he stopped me. I guess he wanted to do everything himself.
"Follow me, Bunny," he said, leading me to a cozy parlor with a massive TV screen. Instead of sofas, there were fluffy oversized cushions—comfortable enough to sit or lie on. We nestled together as he placed the tray down and started the movie Naruto: The Last.
"Seems like that was what you were watching last time you were here," I observed.
He nodded, dressing my bread with butter as we ate. We talked about Naruto and debated our favorite characters, having the best kind of fun.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he said, wiping a smudge of butter from my lips.
"If you mean sitting beside someone like you and watching my favorite anime, then I'm on the same page," I replied.
"I guess it's the best type of date," I nodded. My ideal date is sitting alone with my partner, watching Naruto or any favorite show.
The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms as we made little conversations, and I kept laughing. You can't imagine how funny he is—he always knows how to make me feel relaxed and live only in the moment.
When I first arrived, I thought he would be eager to see the color of my underwear that he had teasingly requested I wear. But he didn't. Instead, he kept entertaining me with childhood stories and anything else that could bring a smile to my face.
When I am with him, I hardly think about yesterday or worry about tomorrow. All I focus on is being here with him, right now.
Alfa is truly the love of my life, and I realized it the moment I saw him on my doorstep earlier today. He is everything I have ever wanted in a man. Dear angel, please make my prayers a reality.