Mia’s pov
As I carefully climbed down the stairs, I made sure to be as quiet as possible. It’s past midnight and I’m currently creeping towards the kitchen because I couldn’t ignore the hunger pangs any longer.
The last meal I had was the one Lorenzo had forced me into accepting, right before the weird encounter between us had taken place.
After I fled the sitting room once I was able to; I made sure to remain in my bedroom throughout the rest of the day, because I didn’t want to come across Lorenzo no matter what.
The large wall clock in the sitting room clearly read 12:26am.
It’s quite late, and I’d have been fast asleep by this time on a normal day.
As I made my way into the kitchen, my stomach began to growl at once.
I knew there wasn’t any snack or easily prepared food laying around in the kitchen, I can tell because I’ve thoroughly turned the kitchen around the two times I had been forced to prepare breakfast.
The only reason I’m here right now, is because I had hoped I’d be able to get something together in order to sate my hunger a little at least.
I puffed out a deep breath as I pulled the freezer open, and then my eyes widened at once.
As my eyes moved over every inch of the fully stocked freezer, I felt a weird feeling within the middle of the chest.
The fridge, which had been halfway stocked with nothing but ingredients for cooking this morning, is currently filled to the brim with snacks and drinks… so many of them.
I pulled open the first cupboard in the kitchen and was met with packs of cereals, oats amongst other things.
From the looks of things right now, Lorenzo has once again contradicted his words and actions.
Not knowing what to interpret all of these as, I let out a long breath while leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Lorenzo had clearly ordered for all this to be done, most certainly when I had been upstairs for the rest of the day.
However, the main question here is why he did it.
Why.
He clearly doesn’t want to starve to death which is why he had ordered for all this to be done.
I puffed out another breath and began to massage my forehead with my thumb on feeling it start to pound.
Not knowing what else to do and still feeling extremely hungry, I decided to eat. That had been the reason why I came downstairs after all.
As I began to move around the kitchen, I made sure to be very quiet incase Lorenzo is currently indoors, to avoid him coming out and catching me in here right now, which would be more than mortifying after the little encounter between the two of us this early noon.
I got a bowl out and in no time, my cereal was ready.
I haven’t had it in forever. I hadn’t even realized I had missed it so much until after sighting it in one of the cupboards tonight.
The last time I had cereal was back at home. Throughout the times I was held captive at where I previously assumed was Lorenzo’s actual house, I was served nicely cooked food, but never cereal, or snacks. And frankly, that hadn’t even been my concern back then.
Not like it’s suddenly my concern, but it’s right there and I’m hungry, so I’m eating it right now.
As I sank into one of the tall chairs by the island, I briefly wondered if Lorenzo wouldn’t get mad at me for assuming that these newly bought things here in the kitchen were mine. Who knows, perhaps he got them for someone that’s actually important to him, like his girlfriend?
It only took a few minutes before that thought flew out of my head because it was pretty ridiculous to think about.
For one, Lorenzo has no girlfriend. If he does, the entire mafia would be aware, and he wouldn’t need me to be posing as his plus one. And, if he gets mad at me for touching these things in the kitchen without permission or for some other reasons, I’d tell him I saw no name tags on it and just assumed I could eat from them.
He kidnapped me after all. He’s supposed to cater for what I’d be eating in the first place.
And with that, I relaxed into my seat and continued to eat, and in no time, I was done.
The cereal had tasted so damn good and satisfying.
As I rinsed off the used bowl and spoon, the sound of a throat slowly clearing made me freeze up at once, and it took a few seconds for me to slowly turn around while my heart thumped loudly in my chest.
Lorenzo stood at the kitchen doorway, and from the looks of things, it was obvious that he was just coming from somewhere. He had on dark colored pants, and a matching black shirt that stretched over his shoulders and biceps, which made me gulp and avert my gaze.
Not knowing what to do or say, I returned back to taking care of my bowl and spoon. Once I was done, I began to feel hella awkward while doing nothing but wringing my hands without knowing what to say.
The minutes continued to stretch between us, prompting me into saying, “Uh, I noticed the newly added stocks to the kitchen.”
As I spoke, Lorenzo snorted.
“That’s pretty obvious, seeing as you did more than ‘notice’ it.”
As he spoke, I felt my cheeks burn brighter and I silently cursed the brightness of the kitchen lights right now.
Lorenzo continued to stare at me after that, and more heat engulfed me, especially when I noticed where his eyes was trained on every now and then.
To the exposed side of my throat where those hickeys laid.
That made me feel more embarrassed, especially as soon as I remembered how he had dug his thumb and short nail into those marks, which made me let out the most mortifying sounds ever, before I even realized what was happening.
“So uh, you stocked up the kitchen for me… right?”
I knew the question was dumb as soon as it was out of my mouth, and I wished I could take it back at once, on seeing as Lorenzo narrowed his eyes at me.
“Don’t ask me dumb, obvious questions, Mia. How many times do I have to remind you of this?”
As he spoke, I felt a scowl start to grow on my face. Trust the asshole part of him to make an appearance at every interval.
“Well, I just wanted to say thank you.” I spoke up after a few minutes had passed, and unsurprisingly, Lorenzo let out a grunt and nothing more.
With that, I pursed my lips and made my way out of the kitchen, with my heart thumping in my throat as I walked past him, while being careful to not brush up against him.
The scent of his pleasant smelling cologne along with the slight smell of alcohol filled up my nose as I walked past him, and I hoped he wouldn’t pull me back, or call on my name as I climbed up the stairs.
And I felt his stare on me until I took a turn at the top of the stairs.