Mia’s pov
On blinking my eyes open, I stared up into the roof for a few minutes while thinking about multiple things at once. I let out a long breath and rolled to the side, eyes landing on the window whose curtains were slightly parted in a way that let the sun into the bedroom a little.
I let out a long sigh and glanced away from it, and then I slid out from the bed, tugging the curtains shut completely as I walked past it, heading towards the bathroom.
As I cleaned my teeth, I found myself lost in thoughts while staring at my reflection in the mirror.
After taking a quick shower which left me feeling extremely refreshed, I checked out the side of my face where I got slapped in last night by Lily, which I had thought was going to end up bruising. Thankfully, it didn’t end up bruising, only purpling a little. I patted it gently and lattared the ointment over it, and then I regarded it in the mirror once again.
As I did that, I noticed the bruise at the side of my throat, and color flooded my cheeks almost immediately. The bruise was wide, wider than it had appeared last night and quite pink and as I exited the restroom, I wondered why Lorenzo had given me a bruise that wide.
Once I was done dressing in what I could lay my hands on, I was standing by the window, staring out of it into the quiet busy streets, when the sound of the door being pushed open pulled me out of my thoughts and resulting in me stiffening in an instant.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me who it currently is.
It was Lorenzo.
A few seconds of nothing but silence stretched out between us before the silence got disrupted.
“Come on out already. You’re making breakfast today as well.”
My spine stiffened even more as his words sank into my head and I slowly let out a long exhale before turning around until I was staring at Lorenzo.
As usual, he had on a shirt, a coffee brown one, with the sleeve rolled up and the first three buttons missing, making it seem like he had been to the office this morning, or had attended some sort of conference meeting this morning.
I pursed my lips and averted my gaze before it could land on his face, shifting my weight around a little.
“Yesterday’s breakfast was a disaster. I don’t think today would be any different.” I pointed out after a few moments.
Lorenzo didn’t acknowledge my statement, instead, he held the door open and tapped his foot on the ground, and then he let out a small snort.
“I don’t care about that. You’re making breakfast today either way, and if once again you barely put in an attempt into making it, you’d have to suffer the consequences once again. You’re going to keep practicing until you actually become very perfect. Now, don’t keep me waiting.”
As he ended his sentence, he turned around, exiting the entrance of the bedroom without glancing behind himself to make sure I was walking right after him, because he knew damn well that I’d be falling right into steps after him.
When I alighted the stairs, I noticed him standing at the side beside the fully stocked bar located in the sitting room, pouring a drink into a glass cup which he chugged down in a single go, and then he threw me a glance before nodding towards the table right there by the side of the one of the couches in the sitting room.
I followed his head and my gaze landed on the pile of books on the table. Excitement bubbled in my insides as I hurried towards the books, but as I sieved through the books, the feeling of excitement morphed into surprise, then disappointment, and then irritation and anger.
The books weren’t a bunch of romance books.
They were all books related to cooking- the basics, recipes and every other thing that concerned cooking, were all in the cookbooks on this table.
“I don’t quite understand this… do you want to turn me into your full time chef?” I found myself inquiring.
Lorenzo threw back another glass of alcohol before regarding me with a pointed look.
“I can turn you into whatever I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it… and, you know that quite well.” He responded gruffly and I pursed my lips while feeling dumb for considering the fact that something had changed in a way between us last night.
“I have no interest in learning how to cook.” I pointed out after a few moments. Lorenzo drank from the bottle this time and I watched his Adam Apple moved as he gulped down the alcoho, and then he was back to regarding me with an unreadable expression.
“Frankly, I don’t care about your interests. You’d do whatever I ask you to, even if you do not want to.” His voice was low as he responded and with every fiber in me, I hated that he was right.
I glanced down at the pile of books and then back at him before speaking once again.
“Why are you doing this?”
Lorenzo had his back to me this time as he responded.
“Quit asking dumb, unnecessary questions and get to work already.”
I pursed my lips in anger as I turned around and thrudded into the kitchen.
Fucking asshole.
I thought to myself as I began to pull out pots and pans, having the slightest idea of what I’d attempt on making this morning.
I also remembered that I left all the cookbooks in the sitting room, and I won’t be going to get them.
Absolutely not.
After spending hours in the kitchen – hours of slaving and working my entire body off because in a way, my life depended on it– the food ended up being horrible, as expected.