Vera’s POV.
My heart is melting. I never thought David could be so creative but look what he did.
He handled the dishes just for me?
The instant I made my way in here, my heart stopped working for a brief moment.
The tangy flavor of pasta, basil chicken, and other dishes filled my nose and it made my stomach grumble instantly.
But what made my heart drop into my stomach was setting eyes on David.
Hell, in all his manly grace and nature he dressed like a chef, bearing a tray of steaming pasta.
I didn’t know when a smile spread across my lips as I watched the man dish out the food in a perfect manner. It was as if he had learned this all beforehand.
“God, what did you do, David?” I asked, walking closer to him as I watched him scooping pasta into the two ceramic white plates.
Dammit, the man’s too perfect! I squeal inside as I watch him.
I didn’t miss the way his muscles flexed in his shirt.
The other man comes out bearing the homemade juice in a decanter.
He pours half a glass for us and bows, smiling at me.
And when David erects from the table, I walk over to him and clamp him in a hug. A tight as hell hug.
“I never knew you could do this, babe!” I squeal into his ear and I hear him stifle a laugh.
As soon as we break the hug, I flatten my mouth over his, kissing him hard. I flutter my lips on him, nuzzling his soft lips and dragging my teeth along his straight ones.
And my God, he tasted divine.
David grumbles in pleasure as my lips plaster over his back and forth. He smiles into the kiss and I swear I feel him throb against my stomach.
We both pant for breath after the long hard kiss.
“Don’t make me fuck you over this table now.” He growls against my lips and I laugh, half-heartedly.
“Is that a dare? I’m up for it.” I state.
David’s eyes glint as he watches me, making some sexy sounds at the back of his throat.
“That’s a promise for another day, baby. It took me hell to make these dishes…” his eyes ran over the dishes on the table and then back at me. “We better devour them before it gets cold.”
Taking my hand gently, he guides me over to the table. David pulls a chair out for me and I sink into it.
He lingers behind me and before I can look, I feel his lips over my neck. He licks the sensitive spot in the hollow of my neck. I giggle as he sucks me lightly over there.
“God, you’re so tempting, baby.” He whispers into my ear.
As he sits down on his chair across from me, he says. “And you look like a goddess in that dress.”
I feel myself blushing and grinning. “Thanks, Daddy.”
I deliberately called it him and of course, it had the desired effect as David’s eyes glazed over. Lust filled his eyes.
I adjust over the table, giving him a view of my breasts.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t
tempt me too much.” He warms but I feel the underlying hunger in his tone.
“I’ll have mercy on you. After all, you’ve stressed yourself in the kitchen.”
He grumbles and smiles.
A moment of comfortable silence passes between us as we clutch our cutlery and focus on nibbling the scrumptious meals.
All I feel is a burst of flavors. The pasta tastes great as if was prepared by an Italian chef. The homemade juice sweetens my mouth, completing the deliciousness of the food.
Not able to hide it anymore, I gush. “You did an incredible job, David. These tastes heavenly.”
He smirks knowingly. “I was waiting for you to say that.”
“Oh, well. I did.”
“I took your challenge personally and made myself useful in the kitchen.”
I don’t know when the words rattles off but it did.
“Who could thought that the richest man in the world would spend hours cooking for me just because he took my challenge personally?”
And David bursts into laughter. Tears almost run out of his eyes but he David them away with the paper napkin. He takes a sip of his drink and says. “Baby, I can only say my love for you gingered me.”
I swallow at the mention of his love for me. Our eyes lock and I feel the knot of emotions in the pit of my stomach.
I never knew he would be capable of such. It makes me wonder, was he ever like this with his ex-wives?
“Is this your first time doing such?” I find myself asking, curiosity nibbling at me.
David clears his throat after eating and looks at me.
“Yes, Vera.”
He growls my name and I all but feel the knot of sexual tension in my stomach before it hammers against my clit.
“Not even for your ex-wives?” I probe, just to be sure, or is it that I like hearing him admit I’m the first person he has ever done this for?
I guess it’s the latter.
“Not even for any of them, baby.”
Oh, shit the way he calls me baby makes me want to orgasm right this minute.
Damn, I feel like I have ’cause my panties are so wet right now.
“Any problem?” he asks.
Blushing, I bring my eyes down to my plate and shake my head. A sudden boldness makes me say, “I like that I’m first in this.”
He laughs contentedly and I do too.
It feels amazing being around him.
“Me too, baby.” He says to my delight.
I smirk and spit. “Call me that again and you’ll see me riding your face, right now.”
The words trap us in a moment of stiff sexual moment and I swallow as David peters up at me.
“My naughty princess.” He grins.
After that, we go back to savoring the food in the sweep of comfortable silence.
In the Nick of time, we finished eating and the chef came and served us the dessert. That’s when David moves his seat closer to me.
“Time to feed my princess.”
Dammit, this close I felt the urge to climb on his lap and have him feed me his tongue or fingers…
“Baby, I’d rather you wait until we get home.” He whispers, making me blush knowing he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“You fucking do?” I ask accusation in my tone.
“Of course I do given the way you squirm.”
I blush even more and decide to seal my lips. This man is dangerous! But I love it as hell.
David brings the fork and plate of tiramisu closer. He cuts a chunk and brings it to my lips.
Opening my mouth, he shoves the bite into my mouth.
I moan as I chew it. Damn, this… “tastes amazing.”
He looks sexily at me and grins.
“I’m glad you scored it a hundred.”
We both chuckle at his words.
David feeds me but takes some bites in between.
But then we hear someone shouting at the backside of the restaurant and Andrei jumps into action real quick.
Looking over at David, he mutters. “I’ll handle it” and leaves through the kitchen door.
I wonder what that could be.
“So, baby…” David leans close to kiss my lips but we suddenly hear a woman whimpering and running across the street.
I try to get a look but I can’t see much although I have this feeling it was the person watching me from earlier.
Who could that be?
As of sending my tension, David cups my chin and whispers over my lips. “I’m right here with you, nothing to be scared of.”
He tilts his face close and places his lips on my soft ones. Our lips caress sensually against one another. I moan into David’s mouth as he clamps my lower lips into his mouth and sucks.
Tingles awake in my whole body and my arousal becomes imminent.
I lock my arms over his neck, dragging him into me and clasping his lips with me in such urgency.
“Hmmm.” David moans, his fingers moving to my waist. Holding my waist, he drags me close and nips my lips.
We devour our mouths like starving animals, our lips moving in sync and our bodies tilting against each other.
I tasted the juice he drank and the coffee flavor of the tiramisu.
My fingers thread his soft hair as his tongue thread my lips.
Fuck, David begins rutting my mouth with his tongue and my clit begins an insane throbbing.
Just as I’m about to climb onto his lap, David stops me.
“I advise we finish up at home.” He says gravelly.
I understand what he’s saying because my mind is still muddled but he cups my face and gives me a light kiss.
“Baby…I wouldn’t want to destroy Nathan’s tables and chairs now, okay? Cuz if I take you here, I’m going fuck you a starved beast.”
Oh, my. My pussy quirks in response to his words. I barely nod.
He smiles, aiming for the remaining fork again when I ask him.
“What are we now?”
David stops and looks at me. Then he breathes the word, “Lovers. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
My heart skips a beat at his words. I find it a bit heart time breathe as David holds me and kisses my lips, long and hard. As we part, he whispers. “But it has to stay between us for now.”
“Why?” I ask.
“There’s something I need to handle first, baby. Something very important.”
“Is it about her?”
“Who?” He looks confused but I mention.
“Claire?”
He sighs and holds my tiny hands in his large ones. “Nothing about Claire, okay?”
I don’t why but something tells me that if it’s not about Claire. Then it’s about that woman.
Helen.
David excuses himself to talk to the chef in the kitchen before we leave but I receive a strange call at that moment.
“Hello?” I speak into the phone as a man’s voice comes in.
“Is this Vera Truman?” He asks.
“Yes, who is this?” I squeak.
“I’m barrister Whitney, the man in hold of your Will. Could you please meet me Tomorrow at the specified location?” he asks.
I’m shocked. Whose Will is he referring to? I’m nervous. I want to ask but my lips move before my mind finishes thinking.
“Yes. I’ll.”
At that, the man drops his location, asking me to meet him.
As I drop the call one thing disturbs me greatly. And that is, who am I?
Am I just the Vera David picked from the CPS?
Or is something more attached to me I don’t remember
or not know?
To be continued…