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Vera’s POV.
I stir up from the bed with a small smile on my face. It hasn’t been like that before and I definitely know why.
I just dreamt about David and I chattering away in what looked like a kitchen. He was bare-chested, revealing that lumberjack chest of his, rippling with muscles.
But that wasn’t the only thing of interest. It was the hum and chatter of kids running around the house -bearing the exact features of me and David. The girl looked more like David with her raven eyes and the boy looked more like me with my ocean blue eyes.
It felt so real I wish to never come of it. That’s why I’m smiling. Could that be David and me in the future? I think to myself, my hand sprawling backward to hold the man I love. Since that night five days ago, David hasn’t slept a wink without being by my side.
He hasn’t even gone to his mansion at all. He’s just been here with me, holding me in every step of the way. I love that man.
As my hand darts on the bed, I figure the sheets are cold. I prop up from the bed quickly, my hand clutching the sheets around my chest.
After bathing last night, we had slept naked with David giving me just light kisses. We hadn’t made love since then.
Whenever I asked he’d tell me I needed to recover from the near-rape shock.
Well, I am but not much. But I don’t argue with him.
I told David how everything else played out that night, however, I didn’t mention that the man who had shot those guys looked more like my father.
The thought has been nibbling at me, making me wonder if the man knows me, or remembers me.
I only wish to see him again but I fucking don’t know how.
Sighing heavily, I slump back into the bed. I can’t go out for now, that’s what David instructed me to do.
Five days have passed without me stepping a foot outside. He filed for my leave of absence at Days Dream and requested I stay indoors, ’cause he has some shits to handle.
But, hey, I’m a girl and I love going out, cooping up indoors isn’t my thing.
An idea spreads through my mind and I quickly decide to act on it.
I rush to my feet and slip into my penguin flipflop, dashing out of the room.
As I amble into the hallway, I smell the scent of lemon-scented cleaner just before I lock eyes with my housekeeper.
The tiled floors are glittering, the fluorescent lights reflecting over them. I sniffed the soothing scent, exchanging greetings with the woman.
“Do you perhaps know how to make a chicken soup?” I ask, rounding the corner and making my way to the kitchen.
Looking over my shoulder at her I see her pause with the mop in her hand.
“Yes, is that what you want for breakfast?”
I smile cheekily. Then. “Not exactly, per se…”
I feel her eyes trail along with me as I bound into the kitchen and perch over the Island. “I want you to teach me how to cook one.”
Her eyes widen at my declaration but I only grin, waiting for her response.
“You want to learn how to cook chicken soup?”
“Yes, c’mon. I wanna make one myself.”
At her agreeing nod, I chirp happily as she goes back to cleaning the house.
Moments later, we confined ourselves in the kitchen with my housekeeper giving me directions on how to chop the carrots, celery, and onions. She guides me on how to spice the chicken right.
I go into a frenzy of cooking, chopping, and stirring. I’ve never cared to handle the kitchen alone but doing it now, I sweat incessantly but knowing I’m doing this for David spurs me endlessly into action.
Evelyn commends my work. Whenever she tries to help me out, I cut her off, telling her to watch and direct me while I do the work.
Several hours later, the soup is ready to be wolfed down with rice and baked potatoes as a pairing.
Silently, I maneuver to the cupboard bring out the lunchbox, and plate the food.
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The rest of the preparation at home was rushed but now I’m heading over to David’s company.
Of course, I didn’t want to disobey David so I allowed Brown to drive me over to the Truman empire.
Getting there, I exit the car and make my way into the buzzing company.
The front section is filled with different cars they produce. Clients fill the ground, inspecting the car of their choice.
I clang my heels on the floor, my eyes searching as I penetrate deep into the company.
I take the elevator and arrive at the CEO floor. Just then, I see David’s assistant, Charlie.
“Oh, hey, Charlie. I’m here to see David.” I say as I assemble behind him over the counter.
Charlie manages a grin at the sight of me. Then. “I’m sorry but Mr. Truman is busy. The board meeting is just on the verge of starting.
“It hasn’t right? So, show me the way.”
Charlie huffs at my insistence and leads the way to the conference room.
“Charlie, not now. Bring the reports back later.” David says without raising his head from the table cluttered with reports and presentations.
I gesture for Charlie to leave while I step toward David.
I guess the clang of my heels informs him it isn’t Charlie.
Bringing his head up, his eyes go owl-wide at me. “Vera.” He huffs, passing a hand across his face. “Baby, what…what in hell are you doing here?” He asks, seeming surprised to see me.
“What does it look like?” I probe, stopping before him. I slide my fingers on his shirt collar, leaning to bring my face to his eye level. “You left me without a morning kiss. So I came to take it.”
A smile breaks out on his face, the corner of his eyes wrinkling. “I sure did give you one but you were deep asleep and were snoring away without knowing my I did so.”
My cheeks flush red at his words.
“What? Snore? Heck, I don’t do that.” I deny forcefully, joining David in his fit of giggles.
“You sure did, baby. But since you’re doubting you have such skills, I’ll record you when you’re asleep next thing.”
I pull my hand away in haste, frowning. “Don’t you dare?”
Before I can get the whole words out, David is already doubling over in laughter.
Calm, he looks at me, serious. “You broke the rule, baby. Told you to stay indoors for now.” He says, admonishing.
I pout, flapping my lashes. “I know. I didn’t come alone. Mr. Brown is with me.”
“Still. It isn’t safe for you to come outside yet. Told you.”
As he said that, I glimpsed a strange expression on his face that nibbled at me.
Is something wrong?
“It’s okay. I just got this for you.” I bring the lunchbox to his line of sight and he gape.
“You cooked for me?” He sounds shocked, smiling. I’m sure the smile reaches his eyes for real.
“Yup. That’s why I decided to come over…” my hands begin a downward movement as I press on. “It’s been a while since our last…” I gasp as my hand cup his bulge. “You’re…hard,” I state.
“From the moment you stepped into the room.”
I blink, speechless. I never knew a man could get hard so easily.
“So? Are you going to spot that one even as you’re holding the meeting?”
“As it appears.” He shrugs, covering the lid of the lunchbox. “This smells incredible. I’m sure it’ll taste perfect.”
“I’m certain about that. I know your food preferences that much.” I still slide my and back and forth over his boner, making him hiss through his teeth.
Dropping the lunchbox on the table, David relaxes in his seat to enjoy my hot touch over his manhood.
Suddenly, I’m sliding between his legs, popping his zipper open.
His bulge pops out, gleaming with his precum.
The instant I sheath him in my mouth to suck the door burst open. And the board members stride into the room quickly.
“Shit!!” David cusses and pushes me under the table to hide.
My heart thuds as I see someone nearing the side of the table.
Shit! We’re about to be caught…
To be continued…