Chapter 26: Chapter 26

KRISTIN

Edith cooked and cleaned.

Helplessly, I was left to watch her from the kitchen doorway. From the back, her black gown tightly clung to her hips, outlining her curves.

Once in a while, I would go in and look around, eager to lend a helping hand but she had everything completely under control.

When I saw her cutting a large chunk of meat, I cleared my throat, "I feel so bad stressing you out like this."

She laughed but didn't look back. "You are so funny, Kristin. An excavator can't get me out of this kitchen. And before you ask, no, I don't need your help."

I sighed. "I guess I'll just stay here and be useless then."

"Nah, you're not useless here. I appreciate your company."

I had no idea she knew I had been at the door. "I'll just sit here then." I sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and watched her as she cooked. Her moves were meticulous. She didn't cook messily. I was surprised to see that there was hardly a drop of water on the counter or any cooking debris around the kitchen.

Before time, I was engrossed in the mesmerizing view of Edith walking around the kitchen and throwing things into the pot which soon began to emit a tantalizing aroma.

As I watched, I picked out some cooking ideas from her. I have always been the one to cook for June. It is a job that I enjoy doing. Sometimes, whenever she is free, she joins me in the kitchen.

Those were the sweet memories before the spark of attraction—sorry, lust—between us...

"It's almost ready." Edith turned from the stove and exhaled. "I hope you're not too hungry?"

"Nah, I'm fine." I cleared my throat. Was my hunger reflecting on my face that much? "The aroma is making me salivate."

"That's the plan. You will be eager for the food before it's ready." She winked and chuckled merrily. "Don't worry, it will soon be ready."

I smiled in response. The silence that followed gave me time to reflect on the present state of my life that the past few weeks have wrapped around my shoulders. Not only have I been more sexually active, but I have also been more horny despite my consistent releases.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize that she had dished the food and set it on the kitchen island where I sat.

"Would you eat here or in the dining?"

I sighed out of my reverie. "I will eat here," I smiled. "Thank you."

I took a whiff of the aroma.

"You will love it," she promised. "It's one of my mother's signature recipes."

I knew it'd taste delicious even before the first forkful went into my mouth. I grunted in approval, nodding my head repeatedly. "Wow! This tastes delicious!"

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled and sat opposite me with her plate of food. "It's a meal my mother would always prepare during weekends. She would always maintain that pasta shouldn't be cooked one way when it can be served in varieties."

I nodded in agreement. I don't know what type of sauce she made to go with the pasta but I can swear that I've never tasted anything so good in my life.

"This is wonderful." I sighed. I can't believe I would have probably endured another morning of eating out—which would be junk anyways—just because I was too lazy to cook.

Well, lazy or not, I always cook whenever I know June would stay for breakfast and not rush out because of that imp, Mark or whatever he is called.

"Is something wrong? You don't like the food?"

"Huh?" I turned to Edith, my brows raised. "Why do you ask that?"

"You were scowling," she said softly. "Is something wrong?"

I sighed. "It's nothing about the food. I just remembered something, sorry, someone." Thinking about Mark always makes me frown or scowl or hiss or lose my appetite. I forced my thoughts away from him.

"So... do you care to share?" she asked carefully, so it didn't look like she was being nosy.

"Well, yes. There is this guy, Mark, who is June's best friend. I don't know what the hell is the basis of their friendship but he seems like someone who just wants to fuck her, break her into pieces and flee." I had almost forgotten that I was talking to Edith."Sorry for my language."

"Nah, it's okay. I say worse when angry."

I couldn't help but laugh. Edith is such a sweet soul. Picturing her angry and swearing looks so comical.

"That guy drives me mad. And June is too innocent to even think that way about him." The words rolled off my lips before I realized that I had just referred to June as innocent. Wow! Innocent? Nah, far from that.

"You know, sometimes, teenagers just have to be left alone to catch all the fun they can," she started slow, dropping her fork so she could properly concentrate. "June is a big girl, you know that, right?" I grumbled an acknowledgement of June being a big girl before she added, "And she is old enough to have a boyfriend, you also know that, don't you?"

"I know," I murmured. "I just don't think that it should be this particular guy. Mark isn't the one for her. I know it."

"Love seems stupid sometimes," she continued, now smiling widely. "It can leave you with the person you don't think worthy. You may eventually see that the idea you have of that person is not correct."

Edith's words made me rethink. I hated the fact that I wanted to agree with her.

"I will find a solution to both of them," I said with an exhale. To change the topic, I started a convo about Dija. "Has Miss Himaldila contacted us again after the first meeting?"

"No, she hasn't. Whenever she does, I will contact you immediately."

I nodded even though I hardly doubt that Dija will call the office. She would prefer my private line where she can flirt all she wants.

"I'm still shocked that you got that contract," Edith said in awe. "Do you know that she refused to hire more than seven companies even though they offered discounts and lesser benefits for them?"

That happened? I had no idea something like that was on the ground before Dija approached me.

"I guess our top-services offers are paying off, after all."

And a good dick was also added to it. Sometimes, dick or pussy goes a long way in signing a deal. Your refusal, your loss... I know how the game works.

Even though I can do it, I have never asked for sex from any of my workers before giving them a contract, yet I—sometimes—need to sleep with the female in charge of the external contract to get it before dosing out the benefits to the workers.

I am so underrated. They might not know what a good boss I am.

We discussed other things until the food was finished. Even when it did, we still sat at the kitchen island and conversed.

Edith is such a fun person to be around. I laughed so much that it was hard to bid her farewell when she said that she had things to do in the office.

After saying that I may be unable to go over to the office, I saw her at the door.

She left. The laughter and warmth left too.

I stood in the sitting room, looking around like a stranger.

I got reminded of the very person I was trying to avoid: JUNE.

What was happening to me?

Like a whirlwind, I swirled around, confused. My feet took me back to June's room and straight to the red underwear.

I unbuckled my trouser and sat on the bed with the material over my face.

My hands wrapped around my cock. I started to slowly stroke myself.

God, this is so wrong... I shouldn't be doing this...

I sniffed harder. It carried most of June's feminine scent. With a grunt, I took the underwear to my crotch and wrapped it around my erect flesh.

It was like wrapping June around my cock.

"Fuck June, sit on uncle," I grunted and used the red material as a guide to wrap around my cock. I threw my head back and imagined June kneeling on both sides of my thighs, her pussy swallowing my cock.

I can not believe that I am touching myself right now like a horny teenager.

In haste, I pushed my trouser to my knees and grabbed my balls with my free hand, massaging them as I imagined June sitting on my cock.

I glanced around the room. I was in June's room, on her bed, with her imagined pussy wrapped around me. A wonderful setting!